Love Letters
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"But don't you love me?"
A girl falls in love with one of her best friends. She was too scared to tell her until one day she learns her friend feels the same way. But they can't be together. Too many things could go wrong. Her feelings for her best friend don't go away but they get stronger. She cried many nights wishing she could express to her love what she felt, the deep pain that was constantly on her heart. The only way to help ease the pain was to write secret love letters. Letters that her friend would never see. Just her hidden raw emotions.
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