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to the girl whose eyes make the stars look dull -

im sorry, god words cannot describe how sorry i am.

im drunk and sad. i miss your smile and gentle ways.

i miss your laugh and the way your heart pounds in the moment that we are an inch apart.

i miss you. i love you, rose.

and i always will.

maybe you being gone is for the better, or maybe it will become a curse that slowly envelopes my mind in longing and guilt.

your face is haunting me, and all i see from my position is a blue sky with a plane soaring like a bird.

i need a drink.

- him

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