I don't know where to begin. Without you in a sense I feel lost. My thoughts are here and there streaming flashbacks of the good and bad. Sometimes on the rare chance, I'll remember something good about you, your laugh, your smile. All decieve what you did to me. Now that I look back it was vile and it was cheap. I told you I couldn't live without you...since I've broken free from your toxic ties, I've relized I can live without you, but more importantly I already was. Swift things are beautiful, you were swift but you weren't beautiful.