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I would like you to write me every year.
Perhaps on my birthday,
that way you'll always remember.

I know you will do this, if I ask.
Because sometime in all our years of hurting each other,
my happiness became vital to yours.
And that's why we stopped.

These days, when our polar lives cross,
you ask me those certain questions,
not to be polite,
but to make sure I'm still healthy.
To make sure you didn't ruin me.
Because that would be too heavy.
Too many songs.

And because I need you to be free,
I act healthy.
I even smile and say, "Be well."

And because I need to be free,
you will write me every year on my birthday,
around the time we first touched each other,
and you will tell me again,
that you don't want me.

I need that to stay on the ground.
Just this one more thing,
and then I'll be okay.