Wishful Thinking

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To: You Know Who You AreThis is the last letter I’ll write.  It’s too hard to be around you and know that you might know but not know if you actually know
Even though it seems like the days are getting longer, I know that they are actually coming to an end, And I am sitting here staring at the letters that I wrote to you, but never had the guts to send.
I will always love you in the way that the insomniac  dreams of sleep. 
Standing at the top of this hill, I sit, stand, and laugh at hell, Thinking, "What a perfect reflection we see of ourselves."   With respect, "I know it may seem cold to say just what I see,
I have no doubt that you mean well But I have a hard time hearing over the swell
swift, the river current kills  while younger and younger kids taking pills  all that matters is a manly thrill  a new born baby lying still; but this was of our own free will  A mother left the child to die
I miss you so much it hurts or maybe i miss what we use to have, I use to think the phrase "i love you to much it hurts" wasnt true, but as I can see thats the definition of how im feeling.
I love you so muc
Autumn. With hands bearing no harm.
I blamed myself. my seeds too low.
All the eyes surrounding. broken.
Your eyes are like a setting sun on silk green grass flowing to the wind I have nt slept since the last I saw of them I long for them, I long for their master Long for the soft cherry red lips of sweet sugar on mine
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