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[number131]

"the truth is you could slit my throat
and with my one last gasping breath
i'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt"
taking back sundayit's now official

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[uncertain_smile]

I miss you so much, it's utterly lame at work now.
Sometimes getting rid of a guy is like pulling a knife out of your eyeball.
It hurts while it's all in your eye and stuff, and it hurts even more to pull it out. But if you never take a deep breath and pull it out, you'll have a knife in your eyeball and no other boys will like you.

[number131]

i adore you.
change, as of late, has become my enemy.
i almost cried when leaving work friday,
knowing that it would be awhile before i returned.
i did cry today.
i miss... i don't know i just miss everyone.
a dear, dear friend of mine is leaving me.
and that made me sad.

maybe, though, i don't want to pull the knife out just yet.
maybe, just maybe, he'll come around...
i wish you were here.
i could use a friend.

[uncertain_smile]

you know, so could i.
i'm glad you got a late night phone call.
i hope it makes you feel a little better.
i don't think he'll ever call.
he hates me.

[number131]

it actually made me feel better than i thought it would.
maybe even better than it should have.

and don't give up hope.
if all else fails...
you have me.

[cokes_and_meals]

bryce is like emily, how cool it is to have someone to relate to.