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During a thunderstorm at the midnight hour 
 I wrote you a letter that I'll never send
 I wrote it when I was alone
 so unless I give it to you
 those words will always be mine
 I might not keep them
 but they are valuable 
 because I thought them
 I wrote them and said them and read them
 I said that I've see you around town 
 and I hope things are looking up for you
 I said that I hope you're getting the help that you need
 and I said nice things about your family
 because they are such lovely people
 and I said that you are too, really
 I tried to keep it nice
 but then I got brutal and blunt
 and said that you can't heal on your own
 because you keep your addiction so close
 I said that you keep your addiction in first place
 which keeps you from handling reality
 because it throws off your perspective and light of life
 and in my letter I told you how I waited on a guitar player at the cafe today
 and he said that his favorite audience has become the young and the old
 because of the way they take interest and inquire
 and I didn't say this in my letter, but I wish that you would enjoy an audience like that
 because that is a wholesome audience
 I said that your thoughts, mistakes, and feelings are worth acknowledging
 because they are honest and real
 and they provide perspective and help you prosper
 I was very frank when I said that you've been blessed
 with talents and charm
 and it was really harsh when I said that it's selfish
 to keep them all to yourself
 because you have a gift to connect with people and help them grow
 and I said that you have so much potential 
 but you're trashing it 
 and good things aren't supposed to go to waste
 I'm thinking that the thunder storm will fuel my poem
 because the wind blows my curtains around 
 like I saw on Mickey Mouse once when I was little
 while the rain hits my deck like a hundreds of marbles 
 dumped from an economy sized coffee can
 and the lightning stabs and cracks flashes in the black humid breeze
 several seconds before the thunder barrels at the silence I like for writing
 but my lyrics are so raw that they don't need fuel
 because I have the ruthless heart of an objective friend
 who believes in you 
 because good things 
 aren't
 supposed
 to go 
 to waste
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