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The Journal of Michele Schottelkorb maybe...
05/16/2004 11:40 p.m.
maybe you will read this
and, maybe you won’t
you read my poems sometimes
but journal entries i know not
if perchance you do read this, my dearest love
please hear my pleading words:
i beg you to see
i beg you to feel
this madness is destroying me
slowly and methodically
i know the curtains are drawn shut
in moments of your downtrodden world
but her and i are waiting here
patiently waiting
right outside your windowpane
in the sun
but, i fear, my precious dear, if you make us wait too long
acid rain shall begin to fall and cover our bodies here
so, i beg you to see
i beg you to feel
i hate begging… but i will, just one more time… I am currently Helpless
I am listening to the voices piss me off...
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