e enjte, 9 gusht 2007

The Failure of Poetry, The Promise of Language

Dear Christan, It's difficult to know where to start, but I'll do it by saying sorry. I'm sorry I left you, I'm sorry I broke the promise. You helped me so much, but when pain reaches the limit it all means nothing. You know that.

Next I want to say thank you. You dedicated your life to me, and I failed. You were my shoulder to cry on. You got me off the sh*t, but here I sit pumped full of it. I'm not as strong as you.

I have written a note to my mum telling her everything. I wanted her to know how much you helped me. Sorry, and I love you.

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