September 6th
Dear You,
I'm sorry I haven't written lately but honestly I have too many thoughts. I barely sleep, it's getting colder and I miss feeling your chest rise and fall. I miss rolling over, kissing your lips and you smiling in your sleep. Those adorable lips that were so red compared to your pale complexion that I love so fucking much. I miss your hair, even though I teased you 24/7 that I would leave you when you became bald since you dye it so much. ( I would never have left you) I miss staying up, watching sunsets with you, because you know how much I loved them.
Even if you were tired, there you were trying to make me happy.
You probably watch sunsets with her now don't you?
Your name was scabbing, but it's bleeding again. I guess when you're dying on the inside you slash away at everything on the outside.
I hate you.
-Andy
P.s. I don't hate you.
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When i was ( not a young boy bitch im a girl and im not going to the fucking city with my father )
writing the part about andy missing mikey
i got really sad.
- loser Sam that makes herself cry
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