i don’t pretend to know what it was like for you to be there. I don’t pretend to correlate my feelings of being trapped with your physical reality of it. I’m sorry if it ever seemed like i was trying to make it seem like i knew what you meant when you knew i did not. But i was hoping we would be able to relate anyways, seeing as how neither of us are really full citizens of this country.
I think i only write to you because i know you won’t see it. Because i know i am writing to a fictional you, someone i made up from your likeness but that only exists in my head. That makes communication easier in a way, since i only have to negotiate with my own thoughts.
If you had stayed, i don’t think we’d get along anymore.
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