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Rory,

I ain't good at writin' notes the same way I am with talkin' bout...Anythin' with ya really, I told ya ya were different. That we knew where everythin' was goin' and where we were headin'. So I'm sorry for disappointin' ya. Sorry for makin' ya have to lie. I get it now, everybody's been tellin' me that I ain't good enough for ya. And maybe they're right, ya brother called me redneck trash durin' the fight, and I'm startin' to see that you don't fit with me.

I'll make it all better, I promise. We haven't said anythin' to each other, but I can't hold it in any longer.

I love ya Blake. 

I loved ya since New years, and have been lovin' ya ever since.

Thing is I don't deserve yours, everythin' ya've been doin' for me. Tryin' to make me behave and act all safe. I never had that before, and I ain't sure how to respond to it. My brother's the only one who's ever given a damn, and I ain't makin' excuses. And I don't want no pity, if my ma was around maybe I would've know how to act around women. But that ain't the case, and I want to fix things.

Promise I'll make things right, I promise I wont do nothin' to hurt ya or put ya in danger. But I don't know what I'd without ya hun, can't stand knowin' that I hurt you the way I did...

-Daryl 

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Date Posted: 02-21-18 // Time: 1:45
Word-Count: 291
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Author's Note: 
I hope you guys didn't strain your eyes, but I wanted to try something cool and try to experiment to see if I could write like Daryl. That's what happened.