[1:41 p.m.] : [2001-05-26]

"i heard about your last words and i can't say i'm sorry. i wish you could have seen my face... for the first time in a long time i was really happy. for the frostbite for the cold nights for the bleeding palms and knees for the rattle blister crash you bring for the stringy reddened crime you tried to bury me under for forcing it down for making me like it... i like it i understand SO WHAT IF YOU WERE ALL I HAD!" - - - driving you home, one hand on the wheel, the other holding you as you sleep in my lap as once again i take you away from me. navigating the back country roads and my heart wanting to burst and say i love you, which never could come out as more than a wisper, but you where never looking at my face, and you would just take my hand and i knew it was only cause i was a friend,...so what was i supposed to do? so how can i make excuses for losing the ability to say the right thing at the right time or offer any sentiment... - - - "and he always wrote and he always called and he never lied cause he never said anything at all."

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