Dear love,
I hope that you're doing alright
my day was quite rough,
more than usual I wished
I'd get close to you, you
always calmed me down
even though you had no idea
you did ''-21.08.18 (six)<calm>''
It's still you, I try to ward
it off but it's you. You intoxicate
me without trying. You might
hate me, I'm also supposed
to be hating you, but it's you
you make me write, I first opened
these pages to put down my
words because of you. It's
you. you. I miss you.
-19.03.19
letters ii
<you>
YOU ARE READING
Her words | ✓
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