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Dear Cory,

You're a sad, pitiful excuse

For the man that you want to be

I see your eyes

Those sad pools of tears

Forming at the corners of the world

Waiting to fall from the ground

Wanting someone to love you

Searching endlessly

Yet finding lies with every stone you turn

Until they all fall down and crush you.



Dear Cory,

Why do you keep breathing?

You're fighting a losing battle

Don't you know you can't beat your demons?

They were there the day you were born

And they'll laugh the day you die

As they dance on your grave in celebration

Of the wonderful work they did

Driving you to the depths of madness

Into the darkness that became your life

When they all started to say, "I'm sorry".



Dear Cory,

You're like a stone throwing yourself into the water

All you do is sink to the bottom

Letting the water just wear you away

Until you're the nothing that you are

Jagged edges becoming smooth

Smooth edges becoming smoother

And smoother edges become sand

Until you've wasted away

And are forgotten in the background

Of a million wasted days.



July 10, 2002