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it hurt almost,

the feelings wrapped up in this letter.

I felt the paper beneath my fingertips

and concentrated on the pulsing

in my soul.

it was warm and thriving

and filled with everything

I wished I could remember.

it hurt that I couldn't remember,

that I had someone out there

that I had trusted

and couldn't even remember

his name before I saw it scribbled

on these letters.

but no matter how much it hurt,

it awoke something in me.

something, that after the endless check

ups and the time trapped in a hospital,

made me feel human again.

I was nothing,

an empty being with a mind full

of useless facts.

but with these letters,

I was something.

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