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Hello again, Monster.
I decided to reply as soon as possible.
But will you read this?
It isn't my place to say where I stand as far as things with you can be concerned. I'm your friend, I think. I'm your confidant, maybe. I know you, or do I? You know me, but you don't. We've talked, but were we lying? We've laughed, were we straining to? I've cooked for you, though I'm sure you exaggerate on flavor. I've drawn you, little sketches unworthy of praise. You've seen the real me, or who I pretend to be. I've seen a secret side to you... Or have I?
Let me know...
I don't know if you're ready to share those things with me, the things that I'd have to be prepared to understand to hear from you. I think I'm ready, if you want my honest opinion. The truth has never hurt me before. I've always been fascinated with learning everything about you. I want to know the things that go on inside you. So much so, I'd give up anything to know, not that I have much left to give up. I welcome any part of you with open arms. Can you understand that? Maybe not. Maybe you'll never understand... But I won't take it back. I think I'm ready... Are you?
Will you ever be?
That reflection of you, the cold, dark eyed illusion you've set up for everyone else to see, that isn't you. You can't hide behind a mask forever, hoping that you'll one day have the strength to break free, and live to be the you that you truly are. Hiding from yourself won't bring happiness, and it won't prolong sadness. You don't need to hide behind a screen, and you don't have to pretend you're someone you aren't. You've got me to talk to, and as long as one person in the world is willing to accept even a portion of the real you, I hope that it will give you a reason to be true to yourself. You don't have to be naive to be happy. You don't need to be blind to the way the world works. But... I think you may be naive, and blind. I feel as though you think that, no matter what, if you're true to yourself, the world will turn against you. That isn't the case. Out of the thousands of Evil people in the world, Good people are born, people who care about you, and want you to be happy.
I want you to be happy.
Ignorance isn't bliss. Ignorance is fear.
FEAR.
I'll wait for you to figure out whatever you must. And I'll remain positive that you'll find everything you need.
I'm sure you will.
I'll write you a note. I might not be in tomorrow, but I'll get a note to you one way or the other. If you show up.
You're not just any monster, you're my monster.
Love,
The Sad Sheep
PS: I've decided on Pink and Blue.
PSS: I'm gonna get you some of that Fuschia fleece...
I wanna Just Dance,
But he took me home instead-
Uh oh!
There was a monster in my bed!
We french kissed on a subway train-
He tore my clothes right off-
He ate my heart,
And then,
He ate my brain!
That boy is a monster.
Hello again, Monster.
I decided to reply as soon as possible.
But will you read this?
It isn't my place to say where I stand as far as things with you can be concerned. I'm your friend, I think. I'm your confidant, maybe. I know you, or do I? You know me, but you don't. We've talked, but were we lying? We've laughed, were we straining to? I've cooked for you, though I'm sure you exaggerate on flavor. I've drawn you, little sketches unworthy of praise. You've seen the real me, or who I pretend to be. I've seen a secret side to you... Or have I?
Let me know...
I don't know if you're ready to share those things with me, the things that I'd have to be prepared to understand to hear from you. I think I'm ready, if you want my honest opinion. The truth has never hurt me before. I've always been fascinated with learning everything about you. I want to know the things that go on inside you. So much so, I'd give up anything to know, not that I have much left to give up. I welcome any part of you with open arms. Can you understand that? Maybe not. Maybe you'll never understand... But I won't take it back. I think I'm ready... Are you?
Will you ever be?
That reflection of you, the cold, dark eyed illusion you've set up for everyone else to see, that isn't you. You can't hide behind a mask forever, hoping that you'll one day have the strength to break free, and live to be the you that you truly are. Hiding from yourself won't bring happiness, and it won't prolong sadness. You don't need to hide behind a screen, and you don't have to pretend you're someone you aren't. You've got me to talk to, and as long as one person in the world is willing to accept even a portion of the real you, I hope that it will give you a reason to be true to yourself. You don't have to be naive to be happy. You don't need to be blind to the way the world works. But... I think you may be naive, and blind. I feel as though you think that, no matter what, if you're true to yourself, the world will turn against you. That isn't the case. Out of the thousands of Evil people in the world, Good people are born, people who care about you, and want you to be happy.
I want you to be happy.
Ignorance isn't bliss. Ignorance is fear.
FEAR.
I'll wait for you to figure out whatever you must. And I'll remain positive that you'll find everything you need.
I'm sure you will.
I'll write you a note. I might not be in tomorrow, but I'll get a note to you one way or the other. If you show up.
You're not just any monster, you're my monster.
Love,
The Sad Sheep
PS: I've decided on Pink and Blue.
PSS: I'm gonna get you some of that Fuschia fleece...
I wanna Just Dance,
But he took me home instead-
Uh oh!
There was a monster in my bed!
We french kissed on a subway train-
He tore my clothes right off-
He ate my heart,
And then,
He ate my brain!
That boy is a monster.
