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Dear Taehyung,

Do you remember when you came to my moms funeral?

When you took me into your arms and took me back home because I was mourning?

When I was half-consciously weeping in your arms?

When you stayed all day with me in bed,
telling me that you were here with me?

You even used your magic and fed me with the soup you made.

I felt safe, thanks to you.

I didn't have to fear of my dad anymore because he was in jail now.

But I wasn't alone neither because
I had you.

Right there with me.

I am sorry, I was lost.Can you accept my apology and give me another chance?

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