Dear John

It’s best we don’t meet.
how could you have done that?
because of it I have been so steeped in raw steely rotting sludgy darkness.
It’s best we don’t see each other at all.

Do you think about me?
I do.I cant help but think about when you passed by my house the other day.I hid in Sera aunty’s presence and was aghast at your act.I was terrified.
Can you bury the past?
Or that day when you passed by me when I was buying vegetables and you were flying off somewhere.I did really like you.I was just tired of being stalked like I was a museum peice that needed to be…
Can you forget it?

Or the time when… forget it.

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