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A Letter For You and Me;
Hey you, i missed you. A lot. I know its hard right now, for the both of us. I haven’t written in the longest time, i hope you haven’t forgotten me? Struggling to see the point more than ever right now. If you read this far, then at least write back this time. I fucking hate talking about my feelings they’re so disgusting and cliche and generic and unspecial just like everything else, but you understand that all too well, dont you? I want to scream, i say nothing instead. Can’t scream, thats antisocial behaviour. Unacceptable. But i need to. I need to so bad. I know you’re you reading this. So come with me to that field we both know thats so far away from everything we hate, everything that made us feel this way, and we can smash plates and yell together. But hey, hurry up, okay? Kate Tempest said “I saw it, roaring. I felt it clawing at my clothes like a grieving friend.” How ironic, as it would appear i have become that grieving friend. In all its ugly glory, I can feel my shadow pulling me further under the surface, past the point of no return. “Drowned in living waters” i know we dont fit in, we’re poets, and some might say there’s nothing wrong with that. Neither of us have much time, so lets go to our special field soon. Promise.
Love,
Your dearest companion,
Axel Townsend.