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111 days later

teej wrote me

her prologue

to a 20-volume

suicide note.

ten days later

she was dead.

i wrote

my prologue*

to a 20-volume

suicide note.

111 days later

i'm still here.

but maybe not

forever.

they will say

i was sad;

they won't

understand.

my life

isn't sad;

the world

is sad.

they will say

i was crazy;

they won't

understand.

crying every day

isn't crazy;

the world is crazy.

and my words

are never really

quite enough.

so i am writing

my 20 volumes

without words.

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Published: Nov 12, 2013
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Notes: * http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47Jw6m0gHCM

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