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This is a strange one, written to myself. The
"friend" is my own thoughts given, if you will, to the 'guy
in the mirror'. I had been obsessing for months on this other girl,
moody and depressed, alone in my angst. I had no tools to understand
or deal with my own coming-of-age emotions let alone channel them
into appropriate behaviors. My own brothers had recoiled into
themselves at this age (often having western barroom style fist
fights) and my own dad had told stories of running away from home to
handle his. But, alas, I sat alone in my room and wrote myself verse
and didn't do my homework. What a strange little fellow I must have been. |
