Letters for the Man I Adore.
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The letters below are dedicated to the man whom left my heart broken into pieces. Some, are poems. Some, messages. If Graduation Ball ever happens after our Graduation Day, I will be giving all of what is written inside---to him. He never knew about my true feelings, and it's never easy for me to put my thoughts and love for him into action. If you are reading this, man from Jupiter, please stop breaking my heart...
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