december 7th, 2003 / 8:04 p.m.

i wish you were here with me. so i could scream this song to you. my spit covering your face, and every bit of hate in me, in you. i'll tell you right here what it's like to be bitter. i'll tell you what it's like to regret two years of such a young life. two years i'll never get back. i wish you were here so i could see my spit intertwined with your tears.

these words can hurt you, and i know they are.

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