Sixteen

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Dear reader,

This is already the sixteenth note I wrote about you. I'm so sorry for everything I did to make you hate me. Every passing second,

minute, hour I remember you. I remember the first time you smiled at me. Of course being the kindest person alive, you smiled

immediately. You left me shocked and hoping to see you again. I messed things up. I just fucking miss you.

-ST

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