dear boy, i've known you since i was born and since i've begun to walk and when i stole your best friends pennies and burried them in the sand. (i tried to get them back, but i lost them, i swear) now you see me running around, tights on - arms out laughing breathing smoke and tar and brittle human ambition. and running away from fear and being caught a [b]vulnerable[/b] child compared to you and your self left inside those people i hate. you're the person i could never hate. and you'd seen me change through kid to now and you've seen my face grow old and vulgar to your standards. i just hope you and those others ive grown up with. although none would know me like you. will remember and know that i enjoy the rain and i hate pina coladas but pretend i don't. and i hope you remember that i was once a good kid, away from drugs and alchohol and sheer teenage idiocy, and remember that at one time i loved you, and couldn't stop. remember now that i have a song written for me, about how i'll leave and fall in love all over again. play guitar and sleep on picnic tables, and once in awhile the boys i kiss, i'd pretend are you. and in a day or two; i'll be over you, and take this note away.--Tchib boy who matches - you carry your hell that's not like lifes. and your too perfect to notice you'd make it.--TShep