Letters To Someone📝

Letters To Someone📝

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Abgeschlossene Geschichte Fr., Okt. 12, 201810m

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I write to inspire! Someone told me to.. Grab a pen! Write your story No matter how short or long it may be.. As long as you have expressed yourself, it's more than enough. At least, it takes the weight off, lessen the pain and strengthen you more. There are countless memories in my life in which I am grateful of. But only one have marked and stayed in my heart and soul. I called him "Someone" This someone has inspired me to live my life to the fullest. He said I am loved and blessed. This someone was brave enough to embrace everything about me. Someone taught me to write and let go all of the things going on my mind. A few would appreciate while some wouldn't. We were both glad to have each other and how we face life with no fear not until he left. I wandered around until it was time to go. I carried out all lore from "Someone". I promise, I would not stop writing! There's no one can stop me because I know "Someone" is within me.

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