honestly I’m happy to hear your voice
how long has it been, a year?
and you so self congratulatory?
no, old friend
I am not you, and you are not me
we are not siblings bonded in blood
bound by blood we’ve borrowed or bought
you don’t know the roads I’ve walked
and I care little for the highways you’ve scooted down
you shoot such a cold stare
indignant eyes
how insulted you are
but truth be told, you should be thankful
thankful that you haven’t gone where I’ve gone
done what I’ve done
suffered as I’ve suffered
be thankful and content
hide under your sheets
because the sun is coming down
and my brothers and sisters are hungry
-o0o-
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