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Why Dear John

By ecologist

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why... the question simply sits on my tongue some foreign taste terrible destructive all I can ask it sits there bitter --- harsh i can not bear it no more You did not even leave me dignity just sent it electronically some simple words left, destroying all that i had now I sit here -- feeling the pain, the silence empty -- consuming me some desolate dragon last of his race wanting so much to destroy -- left with nothing... just this empty lonely feeling and the simple question why... Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 08:51 PM PST   0 • 1

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