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dear n,

i'm sorry

i really was a terrible person to you

since we last spoke, i've learned new things, gone on new journeys

we're each very different people now

we see each other through new lenses

i was truly an awful friend to you

but now i've grown, like a plant in the spring

before i was a withered flower, i was a weed

you were the bush, but you got replanted

and that is truly beautiful

i'm glad that we were friends

you taught me many things, without even meaning to

you won't ever read this

trust me, i know you never will

you were my friend at the right time

now we're aliens

and it's fine this way

truly, it is

but the memories we made, the story we wrote-

-that will be with us forever

m.

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