letter seven.

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It's Christmas Day. I stayed the night at my mothers house last night because she insisted I came over. Then she started lecturing me, saying no one should be alone on Christmas Eve. I don't know Louis, I just like the fact of it just being me inside the house. I wish you were with me though, my sister came over and she just hugged me. I missed her dearly. She knows what I'm going through. She lost her boyfriend when she was just seventeen. I just hugged her and cried into her for the longest time. It felt good to get all of that crying I've been bottling up out. I mean I usually do cry alot but not like sob, scream cry like that. That's what I did today. She just shushed me and held me close. It pains me to even think about you sometimes, I'll just break down crying. Sometimes it becomes too much. Sometimes life becomes too much. And you just don't know what to do. I love you my angel. I love you so much. Merry Christmas. 

Love, 

Harry. 

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