a writer, eh? not really. but why? because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am... real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me...
or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that.
because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about.. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care.
did you hear me?
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oh.. so we're talking to each other again... talking about what?
yeah, i know, i'm not making any sense, but to be honest... i don't have anything to tell you right now. whaddya think, do i? it seems like i've told you everything you need to know. that's right... everything.
or... do you have something in mind? then go ahead and ask me - and i'll answer you in the best way i can. until then... i'll be silent on you.
maybe, i should tell you what i've told you before... would that still makes sense? i could only wonder, what the answer might be... but maybe i should - just for a change...
i love you... and i'm not letting go... not just... yet.
i hope i've said it enough.... for now.
anyway, if you ever get to read this... (you're supposed to know who you are, right?) i'd just want you to understand that i'm not ignoring you; it's just a matter of what to say, and up to now i don't have anything in mind, or else i'd be known for relentless redundancy, in other words a sheer waste of your time. you wouldn't like it, i suppose... (tell me if i'm wrong...)
and... i'm sorry.
that's all i have left.
DEAR READER,
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