August 9th...

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I don't know what to say, but it's been a year.

I know you don't even remember the date, But I'm just expressing how I feel.

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I know you think I screwed up, but I was going through hell...

I just hope you're happy without me and that you're doing well.

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I still remember every single text...

I still remember every time 'I love you', you said...

I still remember that August 9th was the first day we met..

I feel so stupid for celebrating it alone with myself.

I feel silly because I know you'll never even read this..

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But maybe if I speak my pain out loud, it will heal..

Maybe I'll be okay if I let others listen to the words that I conceal..

I'm still thinking about you, even after a whole damn year.

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Your love left a deep cut, and you don't even care! My heart is mourning because it wanted you to stay...

I am in so much agony, I am in so much pain and I don't even know what I'm supposed to say...



A/N: Listen to 'Subeme La Radio', an AMAZING Spanish song by Enrique Iglesias (I adore him). The translation is in the video. This song helped me get through so much...Excuse the part where he says 'Traeme el alcohol', I have nothing to do with it! ENJOY!!!! I love you all. XOXO! 

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