Dear Me,
How are you doing?
I'd answer that myself,
But it's not as much fun.
Dear You,
Things are crappy,
There's something new to deal with every day.
However, I have discovered a fondness for cherry's,
Lately.
Dear Me,
Oh my.
You've been sold and spun,
My dear,
Deer friend.
(Don't look at the lights
Too long)
Dear You,
You've got to stop mumbling to yourself
Folks'll begin to think
You're crazy.
(Which,
Let's be honest,
You are)
Dear Me,
Well,
I believe that those
Who deny insanity
Are the worse off.
But those who admit,
They achieve a lesser degree
Of insanity.
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