Letter #12
Letter # 12 Dear You I guess I’m still stuck on the pronouns. One day, I promise I’ll say your name. For now though, I think you should know a few things about me. It’s not very interesting, so have a pillow close by. So I’m dead, that much is pretty obvious. But I wasn’t always like this – you can probably relate- see once I was actually normal. (Hard to believe, I know.) I had dreams too… I was going to be a poet – not like those boring old farts that we learn about in English who write in purple-prose. And not like a slam poet either – at least I think not. Then I was going to travel the world… Well not really, I’ve always wanted to go to Paris and New York – cliché I know, but it was my cliché. I loved making people laughing, sometimes it helped me… Not all the time but most
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