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i. Lonely Letter

i'm scared. But what's more to be afraid of when the truth smittens you that no one would be there to hold you in their loving arms, caressingly hush you, bound you in their arms, pats you at your worst, "shhh, I'll protect you no matter what; I will be here. I'll always be.." and feel the resonating passion ranged within the soul of your heart.

"I'm scared." i heard her say to him.

Lucky she has someone to run to, someone who'd love to.

So do i. i heard myself talked. Yet no one heard. No one bothered to.

There i found me, run to the ink that lies inside the tube, wrote a letter that would soothe every chill that runs my spine. Not a note nor testament of last goodbye, but a simple letter that summaries my whole pain and lies.

i'm scared. i drop the pen. The letter's undone. It was trashed with the other letters; lost, lonesome and scared letters like me, like mine.