Dear Jonah,
We were practically strangers. You didn't even say hello while we passed each other. When did it all became so fucked up? When did our talking, our smiles and laughs stop? It seamed that all that you were was a stranger with all my secrets.
Nyah.
P.S. If you know me, you will figure it out.
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Find Me Under The Willow Tree
AléatoireAfter I went away, did you search for my face in the crowd? Have you wished I was there with you? Did you go to my room and just sat there numb? Have you missed me at all? Have you ever loved me like I loved you? A STORY WRITTEN THROUGH LETTERS.