Dear person... Unsent Letters
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, Sep 20, 2022
There are letters I could never send. The letters that I crumpled and threw away in the fire, watching as the flames slowly engulfed them. But I have them carefully stacked up into a pile and kept away in my Mind Palace. They have their own room, for just a drawer was not enough to store them. Just some of those letters and a small peak into my mind here. Nothing much.
TW. Not reccomended for ages below 13.
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