Goodbye, Niall Horan
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Last published Sun, Jan 4, 2015
I don't know what I was expecting. I had written many letters, but none truly explained how I felt.
I couldn't put the betrayal, the heartbreak, the depression, and the anger into one letter.
Every time I tried, it didnt make sense.
But the ending was always
the same.
“Goodbye, Niall Horan..."
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