To Me, Age 15

My love,

I regret to inform you that it doesn’t get any easier.
In fact, the road ahead is winding more than ever
and the war between you and I is, frankly
a waste of time, resources, and tax dollars.

There’s no need for defenses anymore, nor is there a need for woe.
Leave behind the paper-mache lock around your heart
and go through the motions.
You are not a robot

You are flesh and bone.

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