Thank you. Before writing this, I felt everything in an excess;
Guilt. Hate.
Regret.
Sadness. Loss.
and finally, Relief. Thank you for the opportunity.
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Letters to no one in particular.
PoetrySomeone told me about a spark I had inside of me. I didn't get the spark before meeting, loving, and leaving or being left by my true loves. The spark clearly has never left, two years later, so this is for each of those epic loves. For them and the...
