November 2009
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11.6.09
Tonight, I was the worst thing that ever happened to you. I’d driven the route a hundred times since we met, my house to yours. In the dead of winter, the dead of night. I convinced myself a long time ago that I would never find myself in so bad a place that I would want to commit suicide. That’s how cowards die, how people who can’t face their problems die. They take the...