Her perfume

She is in nice.. we were suppose to meet in nice.. I remember her perfume.. it was the only kind I ever loved.. she is the only girl I ever truly loved.. People say lots of fish in the sea but that is a myth for.. I can't even find the words.. I simply want to sit in front of my TV and watch the images fall by forgetting what it means to be alive.. I do not want any of this.. I do not want this life... I want a do over so I can be anything but me... I am pretending to be alive.. I am heatcliffe.. you will disagree which is fine.. even though statistically speaking it is certainly probably.. that a man could simply love a woman that much but be too broken inside from a childhood of pain to ever know that love.. to ever hold her in this life.. I do not want to grow old..

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