I sit in my room rose walls surround me inhaling the scent of her jasmine perfume thinking of the time we held her close oh-so-close to the edge of insanity before we dropped her a cherry into her chocolate death I sit in penitence watching her lovely vacent amber eyes nakedly staring up
Reason for writing:
Evelyn, I doubt you'll ever visit this site, as poetry quite isn't your thing, but should you this is my way of saying you'll get better, and he'll meet a girl who'll hurt him just like he hurt you. Have patience and all will eventually be well.
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