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Dearest,

I don't know how to tell you this because

I know it's not the same -

words don't flow from everyone like they do for me

but I want this so

write?

Write for me?

Confetti rains down  as flying squirrels fill the screen

You read your acceptance letter and I'm filmed with overwhelming happiness

But I'm not ready

Welcome back,

ladies and gents,

to your favorite show -

me!

A walking catastrophe with lots to say

lots of opinions

lots of feeling

I'm a very, very messy human being

I wish I was underwater, my thoughts drowned out by silence.

The world above me muted.

The water cooling my skin.

Surrounded by that velvety liquid we call water.

That miracle.

Oh, how I wish I were underwater.

It was roughly ten hours too early for Private First Class James C. Bartholomew to be marching.

From childhood

we're taught the difference 

between heroes

and villains.

But maybe it 

just depends

on who's telling the story.