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Queer

Dear, Wren

Something about the way you were so queer, I never understood you and when I did, it was when you said you were tired.

Sometimes I'd find you mumbling things to yourself as you shrank farther into the corner. If I were to take a step near you, you would freak out and scream. Sometimes it was loud enough to get the police called.

It's never anyone's fault if their queer but sometimes it felt like you were doing it on purpose, or maybe you just really lost it.

I was waiting for the day I would lose you, I just didn't want it to be so soon.

Today one of my friends Tubbo started shouting about how much he loves bees - trust me, he does - everyone was laughing but me, bees remind me of you.

Everything does, probably because you impacted my life so much.

Bees remind me of nature and nature reminds me of you because you loved it so much, it was so queer to me because I've never seen someone love nature that much.

I remember you loved daisy's the most, every time I see one I say.

"Ah! Daisy!"

Even when I'm alone because you would always say that when you saw a Daisy - but I don't see them that much in Brighton, also I've been staying inside a lot recently, unless I need to go to the Lovejoy studio to record a new song.

I wonder if your still the same even though you're dead, can you still think?

Love, Wilbur