from a friend to a friend through hell and heaven we will bear.... we will live this life and nothing can stop us there. if its sleeping in a ditch or in a townhouse on seventh street ,then so be it. because my friend as you will see traveling from heaven,is hard when im traveling to hell as we speak. so think this through and dont underestimate the power of love. because there is more than one meaning. this life is a hard love. now i could stop there but i want to keep writing ,publishing my words. for some scorn or maybe an encore for more writing. whatever it is my words are mostly true and you know my friend i could never lie to you. but if you need some reassurance then im happy to oblige maybe some more poetics,or something blunt and savage? its really funny how i sit here typing ,this poem isnt just for you,keep that in mind goddamnit dont get an inflated head your not the only one,and ive finaly realized that. but i love you to death your dear to me your like my brother my ******** family. i know this makes no sense,that was a slight intention. did i forget to mention,that what you call hell is my heaven? (well i made that. and if it sux i dont blame it,cause the night i wrote this i was really too upset to think much.)~katelyn
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