In a time when our love was young and deep, and despite that I had upset and hurt you then, I have taken you to see a film we both agreed afterwards was good. Now I own the film and you are with someone else.
I hate the cold wet leaves, their sparkling yellow from the distance of my window, all the way down. My spirit is not there yet. Wherever there is... I will admit I am not completely to terms with myself.
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