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I Know it's Hard to be Trapped in these Glass Bottles, Baby, but Maybe you Can Talk me Through this

Miscellaneous By: Me Against The World
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Authoress Notation(more like talking to myself): More unsent letters. Maybe I should tell people stuff more often, but I can't. For now, it's in code and won't be read. Most importantly, I'm sorry that eveythings changed so much, especially between the people in this letter.

I had a long-title-Itsu moment. ^.^

Lids♥


Submitted:Mar 29, 2009    Reads: 167    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


I Know it's Hard to be Trapped in these Glass Bottles, Baby, but Maybe you Can Talk me Through this

                                                                                                           

"Cause you remind me of a time, when we were so alive. Do you remember that?" -Paramore

                                                                                                                                                                                      

Dear S,

I could have protected you better. I'd like not to focus on that,

but the times when all of us were together that summer.

~

At least through it all, I still have you and I'm making it better.

Day-by-day, I'll fix what happened, believe that

~

and remember me when I'm gone.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

----

                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

Dear A,

I'm glad I have you,

to get me through the

good and bad.

~

Promise me,

you'll help her

through this.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

----

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Dear D,

I'm far too broken to love you properly,

I'm sorry I can't give you what you need.

I wish I could, but maybe you should move on.

It's selfish of me to keep you around.

                                                                                                                                                                                         

----

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

Dear M,

We probably could have got to know each other better,

but it doesn't matter now, because you're gone.

                                                                                                                                                                                                              

----

                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Dear J,

Sometimes, I do miss

       all those time in your basement,

              and times we kissed in the park.

From the begining,

       we knew it wouldn't work out,

              and that we weren't really in love.

                                                                                                                                                                                                             

----

                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Dear F,

I'm glad we're at least still friends,

even if we don't talk the same.

(I'm lying, I don't actually like it,

because things will never be the same).

~

I think you're doing better without our love,

you don't have to worry about hurting me.

(You've fallen farther down since then,

I know you won't say it, but you have.)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

----

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Dear me,

I wish you'd stop hurting everyone

and letting them hurt you

and pretending like things didn't happen

and that you didn't forget about love.

~

Try and find hope.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

                                                                                                                                                                                                





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