If I die right now, struck down at this computer accompanied by wilting flowers from your birthday, I want you to see this poem. I want you to really read it and learn from it. I know you're at college, but a two-hour distance isn't the reason we don't talk. I don't know if you'll actually care about any of this, but as my dying words to you, it might be worth to read on the ride to my funeral.
I waited four years for her to add me on Snapchat.
I'm still waiting for Twitter and Instagram to follow.
I feel like the epitome of everyone's fear of technology
no face-to-face contact.
Trust me, this was not by choice.
I waited four years for her to add me on Snapchat
because she wouldn't talk to me in person.
We lived in the same house, played the same games.
We were inseparable for twelve years of my life
then she decided
to live the next five years by herself.
We still lived in the same house,
but I had to pick up where she left off.
Now I have to play basketball by myself.
Around The World just isn't as fun with one person.
Now I can see her life through ten-second videos
I pretend have been sent just to me
because knowing that she's lumping
our twelve years together
in with everyone else
sucks.
Love,
Your Little Sister
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