Today, I took my notebook - it is quite small - and pen My only pen, it's almost dried out. Today, I went to sit at the park, So I can write from my favorite spot, to my favorite human.
I will not write as much in this letter. I am unable to write anymore, Unable to express myself in the best way I know how Somewhere, somehow, I lost myself. And I have no idea who this person claiming to be me is.
Today, I will write you one last letter. This time, I'll send it, Not lock it away in my drawer, To read them every night, Before drifting to slumber.
In here, I'll tell you how I feel And how I've felt.
If you need me, Find me. Search hard. For I cannot tell you where I am. I have no idea where I reside nor lay.
Ha! I don't know what to write. I don't know anymore, I cry. A newborn I am, Learning everything, For all is foreign and new.
Shit! I spent to much time telling you why to something you don't even know or fathom. I am running out of paper, My ink is running dry And it's pouring now, So I'll be brief
I am in l
But I do
I can't, love. yet I
Sorry.
I do! Yes I do, Hope can read rain and tears. Good ye.
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