Insecure

by Merdy   May 31, 2012


You did not come to Virginia, so i called you everyday. I feel you was amused, at first, by the thought of our voice traveling over the Ocean. I suspect soon the calls grew tiresome, and You began to suspect my motives when i started calling in the middle of the night. You told me you have felt that in your lifetime You had been monitored enough. Perhaps that is the reason "The End" is ringing in my ears as I write... no more will you hear me... This is the end.

Submission Date 23 Apr 12

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