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For A Reason

I always hated Jay Gatsby.


And I always hated Daisy.


I never understood them back then.


I hated the tragic love story.


Yet, 


Here I am now, at 33,


A splitting image of Jay Gatsby 


And her,


My Daisy. 


. . . Don't you see?


All this poetry


Is just a party,


Hoping the right lady walks in,


And reads something that'll get her to love me again . . .


 I have become Jay Gatsby. 


And her, 


My Daisy. 



. . .


. . .


. . .


Welp,


   Fuck that shit. 


I hated Gatsby and Daisy for a reason. 




CH 12/20/25

 
 
 

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