letter 13

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i was thinking about my last letter. it'd never work, would it? even if you cared enough about me, i don't fit in your bursting infinity. i'd walk behind you in the halls, staring at josh's hand laced with yours. i'd stand in the back of the room at your garage shows listening to you sing your songs that aren't for me. it wouldn't fit. shit, it seems like nothing fits anymore. you don't take the time to speak to me anymore, everyone else looks at me like i was some awful bitch keeping you in the closet, and uncle ray is living with us again, i'm just waiting for him to come to my room again.

-j

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