It's Christmas...I was thinking about you....You used to love the snow so much. The crisp white flakes against your flushed cheeks...
When I see snow I used to think about you....only you.
But now all I see is crimson blood...against white snow.....
I Hate the snow.
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When you read this I will be far far away
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Please...stop this....stop it...STOP IT!!! You are nothing more than a memory inside my head....so stay that way goddamn it...