Letter no. 9

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Dear somebody I used to know,

I talked to the blind girl. 

She cried when I told her how lucky she was to be loved so dearly. I asked her why she was crying and she replied, "I am crying because I want to see his love but I have no sight."

I returned home. 

But my home holds no comfort for me because you are not there with me. 

I feel like the blind girl because I will never see your eyes filled with love for me.

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