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Foreword

On 9.08.18 I bought a little green notebook .

a notebook that has become a part of me.

a notebook that houses my emotions and mental catastrophes.

I opened the notebook when the itch to put down my words became unbearable.

these might just be mere words to a passer-by

but these words are intertwined with emotions

words I wrote down whilst experiencing different emotions on the different dates indicated.

this is only but a mere taste of the words.

a tip of the iceberg.

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The words here are words from within.

these are words from when I loved her to when I did not.

these are words by me. 

words by me. 

for her.

her words.

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Dear love,

you are not a fan of reading. 

I love reading. 

you dislike books. 

I am a bibliophile. 

you are like the spark of a match that sets fire to my insides. 

I am a cold rainy Tuesday winter morning. 

we are polar opposites 

yet the heaviness in your heart drew me to you.

to you I am just another girl.

I saw galaxies in your eyes.

you made me choke on my breath.

you made me create art.

I always get rid of my art, I do not see beauty in it.

but you. you made me keep my art.

majority of the art by me that I have kept were prompted by you.

I wrote you letters. letters I shall not throw away anytime soon

I am a writer.

you shall probably never read this. 

I reread these words way too much. 

but if you do end up reading this, just know that a part of me will always belong to you. 

loving you was a roller coaster. 

a roller coaster which in some twisted way I enjoyed.

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