Don't write about me. You ain't me. I don't want to be written down. You can't see me. You can't hear me. You can't touch me. You can't smell me. I am the last person you would meet in your life.
Don't create me. You ain't me. I don't want to be created. You can't just move the pen in your hand. You can't just take a piece of paper. You can't just try to describe me. I don't exist in your world and I don't want to be there.
Don't question me. I don't answer anything. I don't want to talk. I don't have voice. I am an ordinary nobody. Don't, don't waste your time on me.
Why don't you stop reading me? There are thousands and hundreds words about me, but nothing worthy to read for all of you.
Why don't you stop analyzing me? There are critical and prized articles about me, but nothing meaningful to get for all of you.
You're just an outsider. You ain't me. You would never know me. You would never understand me. Because...
You ain't Me.
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Written by YCC in Bayreuth University, Germany
"The Early American Short Story"
Instructor: Kerstin Schmidt
Date: 27 January 2004
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