Dear Someone,
I know it's been a while, but I still hope you find this letter. Days alone have been hell, and I really thought they would be better. I wonder every day if I deserve this, and I'm sure that I sometimes do. I'm not sure how to deal…To even properly heal.
I stopped writing to work on me, something I never thought I'd tell. I honestly thought it'd help, I really did. Little did I know that it would just be a repeat Hell. Rhyming hasn't been my strong suit, but I'm sure it'll somehow do. Yet, somehow, I still manage to think of you. Your eyes still come to mind as diamond, how lively they feel. Yet I don't even remember if they're even real.
I sit in my room, so lovely but somewhat still so gloom. “I wanna go home” I say, but it's still too soon.
Sincerely,
Yours
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Dear Someone
General FictionA bunch of short stories all rolled into one. In some way.
