A friend told me yesterday that I should forgive you and only then will I be okay. I don't think I can. You used up all your quarters playing Phish songs on the jukebox, and my slot machines are full, with no room left for your pennies. How can I forgive you when I can't even forgive myself? I hate myself for the chance I took on you, and I hate myself for believing that this could come to anything at all. I don't even think I hate you anymore, I don't have hate enough for both of us...I've never been one to share. Do you think of me as you are walking down the street? Remembering how we used to drive on it, singing old songs and just being content to be around each other? I'm glad there are no streets around here like that, none of these roads know you, they only know me.Birth sign: Not entered
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