We
Are a lot alike, you and I; although
I don't know if you have
The same hatred

For me as everyone says I do for you.
Only time will tell. Will you
Read this, years from now, and

Maybe wonder at what I've known? Or will you
Even care? All I ever wanted was

To make you proud of me.
Own up to it! Why can't I make you

See what I see: memories which
Are expressly made in
Your image and your purpose?

Gone are the days when I was the
One you love
Only; gone are the days we could be civil on a
Daily basis. To
Be or not to be?
Your answer is my only real
Enigma

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