Dear me,

I know sometimes I suck and let you feel burdened but I know you hate this part of me that makes you feel abounded. But dear I please grant me clemency. I endeavour to remain aloof but the body that I have might make me do what I didn't yarn to do. Wailing and letting you slip from my memory isn't what I want to do to you.

With you, I am everything but this physique which is made of mud won't let me have a great fondness with you...