Your situation wasn’t ideal
But would it kill you to handle it with more grace?
I don’t think so, and now, when I think of it
I can’t stay mad, really
All I can do is pity you,
Like you pity that one cat in the shelter
Who can’t get adopted
Because she bites everyone who tries to touch her.
You told me you were dying,
And I don’t know if you have yet
But I hope that you found some peace before you did.
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