"I kinda wish he left a note"
The Perks of Being a wallflower
Never written, never addressed.
Written, never sent.
Written, never addressed.
Dear,
After everything, even life
pulling me through the years I
held on to one thing. Hope.
That maybe one day I wouldn't
be and go through this alone.
I held onto hope for so many
things. Come see me if you
ever get these.
We'll talk.
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