CONFESSIONS
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A collection of love letters.... feelings unvieled to loved ones..... writing skill in its raw form....... conveying soothing words of love..... confessions to the dearest self....
And some impromptu poetries..... if you dont mind
P.S. written by an inexperienced person. Based on observation and empathy of the writer
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spencer, i'll remember how i'd loved you. even after i saw the hate behind your sweet eyes and messy statistics. even after i heard casually cruel words leave the same sugary lips that you used to plant soft kisses on my cheeks. even after i saw you kill right in front of me. the loss of your presence would still hurt the same. it probably wouldn't even matter what you did or didn't do because at night, i would still be crying into my pillow about everything that happened to you regardless. that's another thing that hurts so bad about this all. your loss. it's obvious, i know that. but i feel so alone. and you're actually gone this time.
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