Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Dear J

I sometimes have dreams where you kill yourself, and it's all my fault.

And

Even though I broke up with you,
Even though I don't love you,
Even though I hide in the bathroom when we cross paths,
Even though I am afraid of what you might do to me or the ones I love,
Even though I avoid any communication with you,

I don't want you to die.

Dear Robot

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