Dear Middle Man,
Or should I say, dear me.
Past, present, future me.
Stuck in the middle-again.
The middle, with them fighting over, me, you, our time. You and I, we're the Middle-Men. Every Christmas, every Veteran's Day, every weekend. Fighting.
But it's MY time, I attempt to say.
But I don't want to go, you try to explain.
But they do it anyway.
Middle Man.
In business, we would get extra money for our "occupation". In life, we get broken hearts, fractured dreams, murdered fantasies.
Middle Men. Middle Women. Middle Boys. Middle Girls.
It hurts but neither side can see, blinded by a false reality.
Your sister,
•Layna
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Letters to You
General FictionLetters to You is a series of letters from a close friend to a victim of suicide or just really sad letters. A few are just letters or messages to someone the person has noticed a change in, or just was writing to for some reason or another. The nam...
