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October 7, 2010
I want to take back what I said. I want to erase it from our minds, leave nothing behind but eraser dust that I can blow off the paper with a kiss.  I can't though. We both know that. And I wouldn't anyway. I had to say it. It needed to be said. Because I was right.

But, love, I'm afraid... we're rotting inside. I can smell the stench of our rotting relationship, and the vultures have begun to circle. The jackals are laughing at us.

"We're waiting for you!" they cackle.

Will we just roll over and die?