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November 30th, 2010


When I Was 22 Years

At night I would keep the light on for company while I tried to sleep. When the quiet would come, so would the truth in the hearts of the whores, the pimps, the druggies and the insane that were my company in shame. It was here that I experienced the most beautiful words ever spoken. At 4am on what I believe was a Thursday, her words “I fucking hate you!” pierced the silence with such elegance that even the 40-50 dead roaches on my floor awakened just to listen. The music of that voice fell down into my room through the walls and continued until her voice simply left her. I cannot remember all that was said, only that it left me rolling in my tears until dawn because I was not the recipient of that love she gave.