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My Final Post (not a poem)

By sweetbrother

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Well, it was fun while it lasted. I'm leaving here, not for the usual reasons people leave - offensive content, poor ratings on their poems, etc. but because I no longer have the regular internet access that allowed me to hang out here. I'm pretty upset about this. "Goodbye" didn't go over too well with the people on my email list, and I don't expect it to get warm reception here, but I do need to say something to you. As recently as last summer, I had never used a computer but friends of mine thought I should have e-mail and all that (i came in kicking and screaming) and they showed me the basics...i quickly became hooked. These nice people might as well have turned me on to crack or heroin. It's really painful when you can't have anymore. I wish, with all my heart, that I hadn't been introduced to computers. i will miss you all especially manicmuze jenneddin christy LibranDeity bigmammajen voice of reason wendy caramelah kat cobain sunny dudley catseyes & even aussiesweets (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) for the whole damn crowd of you. this shit really hurts. I'll still be around occasionally, checking up on y'all when I can. no more poems, though. poetry is just another addiction I need to kick. The love I get here is another. Goodbye, everyone. Kevin, thanks for the invitation; it's been a blast.                                                         -David- Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 06:34 PM PST   10 • 0

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