To My Dear Ophelia
They say people come and go, and there is always something about them you miss once their gone. Well I realized what it was. You were a woman who cared for a man who made you feel like nothing. Hamlet would push you away, then pull you close and what were you to do? You loved the man and here we are, not at your respectable funeral, but just here because they believe you don't "deserve" a respectable funeral.
They made you seem like a desperate woman who lost it and killed herself. They believe that you don't deserve a respectable funeral when you tried to stay as sane as possible. You had no choice but to feel as if you were the cause of everything. As if everything was your fault but if only you knew. Oh my dear Ophelia, I would have been way better than Hamlet.
They say people come and go, and there is always something about them you miss once their gone. Well I realized what it was. You were a woman who cared for a man who made you feel like nothing. Hamlet would push you away, then pull you close and what were you to do? You loved the man and here we are, not at your respectable funeral, but just here because they believe you don't "deserve" a respectable funeral.
They made you seem like a desperate woman who lost it and killed herself. They believe that you don't deserve a respectable funeral when you tried to stay as sane as possible. You had no choice but to feel as if you were the cause of everything. As if everything was your fault but if only you knew. Oh my dear Ophelia, I would have been way better than Hamlet.
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