And I do not care to depress you, myself,
which is so near.
And I do not care to forget you, myself,
which I muddle with fear.
And I never wish
to thrust you again
into self-pity's arms.
And I dislike
attempting to impress you
with all of these self-justifying charms.
I do not wish to spoil you, myself,
with honey-dew sentiments.
I only wish to console you
and settle you with Providence.
august 9th 1993 16 years old
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