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If you are here in anonymity, and perhaps read this post, know that it is my love and heartache, that causes me to yell out to you.
I never was that sweet-tongued girl that played a proper tea in the garden. You know I was the one getting dragged back to the porch by the heal of my sneaker, to sit out my time, and think about what I had done.
I do not know the words to write, how sad I am, and how much I love and will miss you. I do not know the way in which to express that you come first, and it is just the shock of your sudden absence that causes me to spit like a boy with his first lip full of chew, and stick out my tongue at you, cause I know you will love me regardless of how badly I behave, and I want you back!
You know my feelings under these dirty, torn jeans and unkempt ponytail. You know my name, and my touching-stone is yours.
Be well, and remember me, please. You, I will never forget.
-FB (A)
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