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To Mr. Smith

Dear Mr. Smith, you asked me to write about my Jean, as a way to vent. So just tell you that, at least tried to slow down a bit. You know I do not like to lose it, can not let go there, I just can not. The only person whose support I have is my grandmother Grace. From the first moment I saw that car, but she never came out of my head. Oh his green eyes like the grass are so attractive, her brown hair with chocolate aroma, Oh your sweet kisses that make me crazy. Love, you know Mr. Smith is something very strange. I feel relatively small in relation to it, I feel a purpose in relation to his greatness. The smiling girl who won my heart. I love her, I can tell you with all my strength. The love I feel for her is too big, I can spend the whole afternoon to talk to you about Jean. I know all your secrets, I know what you like and what you have disgust. People want to get me in my head that I give up. But I love you, even if you are not reciprocated. I'll always be waiting for you. Now therefore, I've had her in my arms and got used to me with this. She is all I have. I could get me to live under the bridge, but she was next to me, would like to dwell in a palace. You know Mr. Smith I really knew love, and his name is Jean Carpenter. The way she smiles and magnificent, I marvel. But you know, you should not have handed him my heart so easily. Because now belongs to, so she can make you want with it. I you should not fall in love so deeply, I you should not give myself body and soul to it. Every time our bodies are glued my heart beats so fast. But it's my fault, you should not have done it my world. My Sweet Jean, I want you so much. Sorry fill your patience my dear Mr. Smith, but I think I feel lighter.

If fate had not been so cruel to us, she would be lost here in my arms, stroking my snails.

Harry Edwards Styles

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