Dear Mack,

Dear Mack, Yes,that’s you.I knowyou stillgo by Lauren.Trust me,you’ll adjustto it.  I know it’s weird;me writing to you.It’s all I couldthink to do. I just wantto help. I know it’s hard.Everything, I mean.  It’s been arough yearfor you,hasn’t it?It’s rough here too.I know that soundslike it’s notgetting better.It is, though.I just needyou to know.It is alreadygetting better. Trust me, I know. Mack

This poem is about: 
Me

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