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I've lost my voice. Maybe it has just been misplaced, but I am pretty sure it has been lost. I'm thinking of how you were raised to do what you are doing, but still i find myself confused as to how you continued on the path that was already etched in the wilderness for you. why didn't you break the rules, the most important of all rules, create a life for yourself that was yours, not something that was planned. i do not know how to speak to you anymore, because my voice has been lost. last night i screamed and screamed until the moon was higher than my heart, until you had hoped to touch my soft face, feel my eyelashes between your fingertips; hold me under covers. you are pretendingpretendingpretending, i had such high hopes that you would come to your senses sooner than later, that you would nod at the past with your head held high to a future that is beginning to come about. lots of words with Rs, lots of pirate games, your eyepatch is deceiving, you are no pillager you are just a poet. a poet whose words slip off the tongue as simply as ink will splash the canvas and your sticky paint fingers cannot hold on to much any longer.