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A LETTER TO EVERYONE WHO COULDN’T SAVE ME FROM MYSELF: IT’S OK, I CAN DO IT

Illustration by Natalie Foss

Illustration by Natalie Foss

 

Dear people my age who look older

Dear people younger than me who look smarter

Dear people who left for the States and never came back

Dear people who live in New York

I want it all back

Black

Dear people I know nothing about but still envy

I’m sorry

Dear people who ache

I can’t feel it

Dear people who break but still shine

How do you do it

Dear people who seem to breathe better

I’m sick as a dog and don’t care for the weather

Cold

Dear people under 18

Dear people with hope and sunshine

On sorrow and self-loathing I dine

Dear people who told me I should have known better

Dear people who laugh at me on the street

Dear people who think I got everything covered

Dear people I’ve met only once

Dear people who still like to dance

Dear people who can’t stop talking

Dear people whom I have been stalking

Dear people who stalk and then hit

I just need a cigarette

My heart is already lit

Litter

Dear people who seem weightless

Dear people who strike me as careless

Dear everyone who is anyone but not me

I have trouble with vision

Move along, there’s nothing to see.

Raluca Roșu