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Jan 2012
You were such a treat to hear from
The opinions you gave made me realize my mistakes.
I'd give you feedback, reveling in the fact that, yes,
I WAS AN IDIOT.
But your answers soon drifted away
They became less and less frequent
Until one day, I found that our correspondence was gone.
Removed.
Deleted.
I feel like I went back hundreds of spaces on the game board of life that day.
What will it take to show you that it meant something to me?
Written by
Kate Murphy
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