four ; z

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dear zach,

i’m sorry.

lies consumed me to write the last letter.

our friendship isn’t a lie.

very true, i promise you it is.

even my mother tells me you are good for me.

yes, even i tell myself that.

oppose to what was written before, i’m ready.

unless i feel more cowardly than before.

 

 

 

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