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Friday, 9 September 2011
10:50:33 PM (GMT)
The fake rose. 
The Valentine's day card.
The red gorilla plushie.
The Pokemon Black game.
The bracelet with your name on it.
The roll of hot pink duck tape. 
The pictures of us.
All the Mardi gras beads.
The peace necklace.
The shirt.
The other shirt.
The $40 dollars.
The hourglass.
The empty box of chocolates.
The Mardi Gras dance ticket.

And my personal favorites, 
the blue marble heart inside the pink velvet pouch,
and the letter you wrote me that unfortunately lied. 
2/6/11 was not the beginning of forever.

Most of all, Julio.
Our son. The small, brown triceratops plushie.
He was our "son".

I want to burn them. All of them.
But deep inside, I know I'll cry once all these beautiful 
memories are nothing but ashes.. Much like what we used to
Last edited: 9 September 2011

‹<Crushing On A Guy>› says :   9 September 2011   395781  
im sorry about that


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