three;

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i could write you

letters upon letters

of how much you truely mean to me.

but none of my nonesense scribbling

will ever really express

how i feel.

and while all my raw emotion

can be poured onto paper

with the stroke of a pen

my hopeless confessions will be pushed aside

because im faced with the reality

of you never feeling the same.

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