Letters to You
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There are times when words fail, when we can try to speak but nothing but empty air comes out of our mouths. Holding these words in is dangerous, deadly even, because they never reach the surface and end up boiling over. In some ways, there are reasons why the words never break past our lips, but there are times when they should be spoken. These are words that were never heard by another's ears, but simply pounced into paper by a typewriter's keys.
This is a collection of poems and writings that don't fit in a story. I hope you enjoy my thoughts
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