Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The Delivery.

To Anonymous, 

The attempts to undermine my family were raw today, but we will be better tomorrow and you will still be sad. You are hard to appreciate because nothing you do is with gratitude and nothing you say is sincere. Your intentions are for yourself and yourself only. 

How melancholy to attack a family with minute effort. How grand the divide grew before we stopped to realize it's all for your self pleasure.

I will catch each of them when you've felled them and I will lift each one up with reinforcements even you can't break down.

I caught on because I know you too well.
You old serpent, you.
With Love,
Anonymous 

I do love me some good literature at midnight.

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