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Dear you
Today someone said something to me.
It was just a sentance, but what a sentance it was.
You've crossed the line- you're insane.
You are sick. You're very ill.
You've been sick since as far back as I can ever remember.
It has been growing, manifesting inside you ever since,
and look at what you've become. Clogged
You know what you are, you're fully aware.
Yet you refuse to change. You DO know what you are, I hope.
Or do you not? Can you not see?
You're the reason this house isn't really a home.
You're the reason why I've been silent all this time.
You're the reason why the rest of us never talk. You tore us apart.
You're the reason why they have to work so hard, yet it's never enough.
Your words- they pierce so deep. Do you feed on our misery?
What you said today only made me realise how very deluded you are.
You're still living in the past which you made up.
Something must have happened, but I don't know what.
I only wish you'd change. It's been sixteen years, after all.
I really can't care anymore if you happen to read this.
And if you do, just let me say that how you'll react is up to you.
If you don't, you don't. I live my life, you live yours.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
11:33 PM