"Hello. How are ya babe" it's been a long, long time. I've only brough t some stamps, cigarettes and a bottle of wine. I know I'm probably the last per son that you wanted to hear from, but so much time has passed, I figured "w hat the hell". Time heals all wounds but the razors mark across my wrist, a nd it's my blood that flows so freely from this pen. For all the time we had the good, the bad, the in between I'll probably never know a better day, no I never will. And when it fell apart, it broke my will, it broke my heart. Now I pass t he time with cheap talk, cheap wine and cheap thrills. Time heals nothing but th e scars across my hands and knees, and I'm afraid that I am crawling back again. Time heals nothing-it doesn't heal a thing. It don't heal time, time don't heal a thingâ¦. I'm not expecting you to take me back or take me in. I know it's fa r too gone for everything to mean anything anymore. Maybe, just maybe I wanted t o see what's become of you. Or maybe I just wanted to say goodbyeâ¦.
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