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13 magnolia boulevard. please come. - UNKNOWN,
said the glowing screen of my phone.
i blinked, my eyes adjusting to this bright, blinking oddity in the m a l l o w darkness of my room.
i don't know what made me stand up. maybe it was the voice in those few words. urgent. desperate. it spoke. it cried for help. it screamed to my heart. the hero in me that couldn't save violet wanted a second chance at redemption.
maybe, i could save this unknown. maybe.
maybe,
the person that really needed saving was me
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YOU ARE READING
Dear Violet
Poetryd e a r v i o l e t all the letters i wrote that you'd never get, the words i penned that you never read; of all the shades of you.
