i enjoy this poem more than her others for on certain days i can relate...ive writen poems and storys similar to this....and....that is where me and emilie may find a common ground...both of us feel under apretiated....ignored.....and ocasionally...useless.....and i think that we all during some point in our lives wonder wat would happen if we were to just....die....we wonder who would miss us and what would become of those we leave behind.....but some of us such as myself ponder this very question evry morning....and evry night....and i imagine Emilie does the same
i enjoy this poem more than her others for on certain days i can relate...ive writen poems and storys similar to this....and....that is where me and emilie may find a common ground...both of us feel under apretiated....ignored.....and ocasionally...useless.....and i think that we all during some point in our lives wonder wat would happen if we were to just....die....we wonder who would miss us and what would become of those we leave behind.....but some of us such as myself ponder this very question evry morning....and evry night....and i imagine Emilie does the same