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book 2

this started out as just writing down my thoughts. 
poems, quotes and other random stuff. 
thats what this was supposed to be. 

instead, it had become a diary. 
a journal, almost. 

this is long lost lovers. 
this is heartbreak. 
this is one sided communication. 
this is transformation. 
this is growth. 
this is missing you. 
this is fucked up. 
this is a void. 

but every void must end somewhere....

right?

ill keep screaming at nothing. 
if you cant hear me,

maybe someone will. 


maybe someday ill reach you. 
maybe someday ill see you again. 


someday, i will see you again. 

this is for you. 

this is the beginning,
this will be the end. 


...


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