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Whos ganna read this shit anyway? Its not going to matter if I stop writing half way through is it? Its my personal policy to hand write at least one of these a week, but whos going to care anyway. If anyone is there whos actually looking at this message, than thank you. Ive been thinking about what my worth is in this world and its nice to know that out of the billions of spam I send every day, at least one person will read this letter. If no


Love is electric tapeYou make me so angry I want to slice open your face with a broken beer bottle. Dont make me a murderess. Do you have to bring gender into all of your arguments? Its not a damn woman-hole, its a man-hole A m.a.n-h.o.l.e the name just sounds retarded. Its not stupid, you just transcribe sex on everything. Sounds about right. Well thats stupid. Nu-uh. Yes it is, if all you can accomplish is seeing things in one narrow little path than yoLove is electric tape


Brotherly loveI watched him standing on a little red toilet, rising to the top for the first time in his life overshadowing me. His hands gliding through the air seeming to grasp strands of attention in clumped of fiber. When my fists reached up, all I grasped was air. I found it hard to take, not being loved the most. So I pulled the little red toilet with all the force that normally went into hugging mother. My little brother feel for the first time, I broke more than just an arm. This was the first time I had ever seen someone cry - new things widen smiles. At first I didnt understand my parents reaction, why was mom screaming? I had neverBrotherly love


MotherMy mother is a falling star. Leaving all that is golden about her in her trail until she is nothing but blackness, or maybe a grey rock that crashes through a window and into someone's loft.Mother
She was the bubbling youth, all the freshness of spring and attractiveness of summer molded into a human being. At least that's how I remember her. It's not how my siblings will. They might treasure memories of dinners and bed-time stories the way I treasure the memory of girl's night out with the daughter in tow.
I always found falling stars sad. Bleeding out all their glitter on the way down to rock hard ground. Going from som
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