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I write this letter to you
from quarantine.
I am ill.
I've caught fever.
and cough.
and my body hurts,
as though it's trying to break free
from my magic.
I am holding it all together
by the skin of my teeth.

And this might be the last letter I write.
I always wanted you
to be my last addressee.

I have lived off the sadness
and your pretend love
for years.
I have grown quiet and dreamier.
Once you left the present
Past became the only place I wanted to inhibit.

And I moved.
And moved again.

They talked to me.
And they paid attention.
But all of them sensed,
That I had a secret.
And they never managed to get close.

how can your existence be my secret,
when you've has created the world.

Why didn't I remain
alive.