A Letter To Myself (Whoever She Is)

(2012)

Dear…

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Uhm, yes… well what do I call you?

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You always seem to be so near, but when needed you seem to disappear!

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But maybe I don't give you a fighting chance,

Within this wicked and wasted dance.

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I try and try but find you not,

When truly you are all I've got.

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For you are me and I am you,

Forever together for us is only true….

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Unless of course you kill me first…

But then again that can't be the worst.

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A word, but all I have is none…

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None for friends, none for foes…

None, none, none the story goes.

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My mind is a mess! No wonder you aren't here…

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If only talking with you was the answer my dear.

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For company you are but the best,

But fail to attend upon request.

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Your holiday must come to an end!

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Take your place! Take your life!

Yes, some of it may have trials and strife.

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But truly it is a gift you see,

One shared between you and me…

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I still know not which formal greet

Should be used upon the day we meet.

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A scattered brain, and a lost sense of fate…

To meet upon set time and date?

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I believe it not, nor how it's planned…

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Always waiting, out on a limb

Hoping you'll return some day on a whim.

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The mental retreat you made from this place

Is not an answer with which your question to grace…

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Yet here you sit, with me still

Your demented side having its fill,

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On confusion, frustration and all moods as they swing…

As onto a strand of sanity I wish to cling…

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"Just let it go… Or you'll never know…"

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Words that weren't wasted, I'll meet you there,

I guess with insanity comes the ability not to care…

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Yet still we will always sit and question…

What is our final destination?

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They say to survive you must be able to stand yourself…

But I'm not so sure if it's good for one's health…

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But this was my tale; I wait on your reply…

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Do write me in haste!

Or this paper and ink was a pointless waste.

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Yours Forever…