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so i wrote this long ass note
on my crackberry
i mean my blackberry
i mean the tool derived from a cellular telephone
i mean the thing that allows me to display my feelings for the world to see
I mean the device that gets signal even on the blue line
I mean the device that puts me into my own world
the device that when properly assisted by my iPod
allows me to ignore you while staring you in the eyes
so just then i had my earphones in
and i was thinking about you
and i was writing the above poems
and i was listening to the saddest songs i had on my iPod
to force myself to cry for you
so that i didnt have to hold it in anymore
and i changed my status too
and sent a few text messages to people
people who are extremely important to me
people who love me
people who care
people who hand you tissues they have had in the bottom of their purses for only God knows how long
and they hand them to you because can hear the tears hit your cheeks somewhere between chicago and grand
because you had to get the tears out of you or else you would explode
but i cant even figure out why they are there to begin with
i guess because i can add you to the very Very VERY short list of men ive loved
of men ive given my heart to
of men you have had all of me without having ALL of me
so this blackberry of mine
it has a picture of my nephew on it
as the background
the one guy who never lets me down...well other than my daddy
but from division to 106th and normal
from my heart to my hands to your laptops and desktops
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