Month 7; Letter 7
Luke,
God dammit Luke.
I can't even write good poetry anymore.
All of it is just trash that I threw on the paper to explain how I feel. I tried to make one for your birthday but it just didn't happen.
And I can't even look at all of my old rough drafts because you fucking took them all.
Your parents invited me to a celebration of your birthday, even though your probably partying somewhere like you would be.
Fuck you, Luke
Michael
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