dear leah,

letter five.

:: dufuq is this, i wrote it all in a different format. aw. haha, well that's what you get when you're writing in 1 in the morning. *yawns*

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March 11

Dear Leah,

i can't sleep.

sleeping only makes it worse.

when i close my eyes, all i see is you.

f u c k

tell me how i can forget you, babe.

because people are telling me i'm not myself anymore.

tell me how to let go of you,

how can i let go of the last piece that's been keeping me whole for the past year?

tell me to write you a song,

about heartbreaks & heartaches and goodbyes,

maybe then i would sing it to myself so i can finally sleep.

tell me to send you a letter,

but no, i won't do that, i'd send you book instead,

so i won't have to bottle it up all inside, all to myself, unheard and unsaid.

and lastly, tell me to say goodbye

to you

then i'd know that i can finally move on.

                                                                                              Yours,

                                                                                             Timothy