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I want you to be proud.

To read her prose aloud,

and scoff, remembering my rhythm.

Remembering my heart strings,

a soft sad melody,

dedicated to you.

Play them play them,

I'll listen too.



If ever you are afraid

for your lost identities,

remember me.

Know I loved you in a crazy world,

a world of noise and color and loneliness.

Know that that's all it takes.

Even if you don't know my address,

I'll receive your letters.



I want you to be proud,

maybe for you to come back here,

and say I was the one to watch.

i think you were worth all the time I thought

i would die before it.

here we are. crossroads.

know.

know that even if you retreat to an underground oasis

never known to man,

i will be sending you my love,

from wherever I am.