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dear zach,

i imagine you reading these letters.

letting your face form a grimace.

obviously you don’t like me.

valued friendship is what you offered me.

even if i think you just pitied me.

you made me feel better of myself.

only you did that, zach.

unfortunately, i think it’s all fake.

 

 

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