Dear Mr C,
I know you. You appeared in the dark secluded corner, I know you try to avoid me.
I know you. You've been staying here but we hardly met, I know you try to avoid me.
I know you. You love the place because there is plenty of supplies, but you try to avoid me.
I know you. You love to live here but you never pay rent. I know you try to avoid me.
I know your need, I know your pain, but do you know mine?
I know your kids, I know your grandchild, but do you know me?
I know everything about you, but do you know me?
I know you would never harm me, but I can't be sure.
I know you bring no poison, but your presence bestow.
I know you salvage only my little Residual, but I can't afford you.
I know you only strive for a living, but yet can't have a peaceful mind.
I know you just want a living, in fact you existed way early than everyone of us.
I know you just want a living, but you know we can't coexist under one roof.
Mr C, I know you're comfortable at where you belong, I know you've taste, but I'm regretted to let you know you can't return and there is no room for you.
Your beloved landlord,
Ms S
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