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Pisa still leans on my shoulders.

I re-read the letter you sent me three years ago or so.
It was incased with a picture of you
and you said i seemed "interesting".

How i fooled you into thinking that
is a miracle i wish i could have turned into a skill.
Then i thought of the letter
i've been writing in my head
for the last two and a half years
and realize
it's just a reflection of my own life
in that said time period.

This causes me to break my own rules.
So i crack open a beer
drain it down to the last drop
then another
then sip on the third.

I put on a sad record
but it's always the wrong one.
I try and smoke a cigarette
and that's wrong to.
I try and call my close friends
and they never answer.
and everything is wrong.
So,
I force myself to sleep.

and when i wake up,
i'm fine.
But i know it'll happen again,
in a few months probably,
but i never fear it.
i embrace it.
and this is just one thing
that makes everything
so
much
more
beautiful.
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Written by Harold-Weathervein (Levi Braathen)
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