The Writer's Torment

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A cold dark windy night. The windows of my bedroom shake as I sit down at my writing desk. Scratching the paper with my pen. Why is it so hard to write eight letters? I can't express myself in any other way. My heart burns for you, and I am dying to see you. Why did you have to leave me alone? All this anger and sadness and torment means nothing without you, but I can't go on like this, wondering where you are and who you are with. I love you very much, I hope we can see each other, in a not so distant future. I love you so much, it hurts to dream about you, it hurts because when I wake up, you are not there. I am not what I am in my dream with you.

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