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Dearest,
tonight, maybe ill dream im a noble deer with spindle legs. and when i leap across the road you can crush me with your blue car. I only have nightmares you know. yet again i will wake up screaming with tears-burning like acid- streaming down my face. no one will come to see if im alright though, because this has grown so common. its never the same dream of course, the horrible monster, Sleep, likes to torment me with different forms of torture everynight. well, i guess its not that horrible any more...the bitter taste of tears only burns for so long. then it simmers down to a slight sting that haunts my thoughts all day. But after awhile it grows dormant like the trees that are forgotten in the winter time when they stand bare. Maybe thats a lie, well...not necessarily a lie... but it only applies for some days. most days i stand as bare as the trees in the cold breeze. hiding behind nothing as i fall apart. or..more like disintigrate. into nothing but the ash-like dust that floats by in the breeze on a dreary morning. or sometimes as im walking down the street and notice the goregous ice covered skeletons. the ones of the misunderstood trees, and wonder if youd appreciate me more if i was that beautiful. if i would mean more to you. and thats when a pain so sharp that im sure im ripping in two tears through my body. i wrap my arms around myself as if to create my own bond. the only thing keeping every violently thrashing thought and memory inside. and thats when i root to the ground and freeze. after a while im covered in glistening snow and ice. although i cant move any longer, i feel pride in the fact that i am finally good enough, pretty enough for you.
always,
a friend.

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Dearest,
tonight, maybe ill dream im a noble deer with spindle legs. and when i leap across the road you can crush me with your blue car. I only have nightmares you know. yet again i will wake up screaming with tears-burning like acid- streaming down my face. no one will come to see if im alright though, because this has grown so common. its never the same dream of course, the horrible monster, Sleep, likes to torment me with different forms of torture everynight. well, i guess its not that horrible any more...the bitter taste of tears only burns for so long. then it simmers down to a slight sting that haunts my thoughts all day. But after awhile it grows dormant like the trees that are forgotten in the winter time when they stand bare. Maybe thats a lie, well...not necessarily a lie... but it only applies for some days. most days i stand as bare as the trees in the cold breeze. hiding behind nothing as i fall apart. or..more like disintigrate. into nothing but the ash-like dust that floats by in the breeze on a dreary morning. or sometimes as im walking down the street and notice the goregous ice covered skeletons. the ones of the misunderstood trees, and wonder if youd appreciate me more if i was that beautiful. if i would mean more to you. and thats when a pain so sharp that im sure im ripping in two tears through my body. i wrap my arms around myself as if to create my own bond. the only thing keeping every violently thrashing thought and memory inside. and thats when i root to the ground and freeze. after a while im covered in glistening snow and ice. although i cant move any longer, i feel pride in the fact that i am finally good enough, pretty enough for you.
always,
a friend.