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dear jack,

these are letters i wrote for you but hope you never find.

i mean what's really the point of this? in all honesty i don't know. but i hope it offers me some kind of release to what i'm feeling. even though you won't read them...

well it doesn't matter. i guess it just easier to write for a person i used to know than for myself. you don't care anymore, all the hugs and signs of affection are long lost in time, i still crave your touch, miss the smell of your cologne on my pillow.

it's whatever though, i don't care.

aubrey.

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