Friday, July 24, 2009
Dear Abigail Jefferson

We chose to be in different story with whole different plot. 


I tried to sing to your chords. You thought you played beautiful epiphany. 


I tried to walk in your pace. You insisted not to slow down.


I tried to walk a bit faster. You didn't bother to catch up.


You never knew I was trying. 


You agreed that I was wrong. I agreed to agree. 


Now you've got yourself a nice colorful story to fit in. Joy.


Black and white is all I have for I will pretend I am doing well if you ask.


If you ask.


I am not mad if you hate me. I know you have learned so much from me. 


But never as much as what I have learned from you.


Please don't feel bad if you hate me but say thanks before you leave, at least. 


Good riddance.

 
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