Dear Ariella,

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Dear Ariella,

I'm moving today.

You kept crying and crying

And I told you thinks would be okay for you.

But I didn't say that they would okay for me too.

I lost you once, and now I'm losing you again.

I feel like an asshole.

I would be homeless for you,

But instead I'm moving to Iowa.

Gosh, I think I may need more blades.

-Lucas