A Letter To Her

A Letter To Her

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Complete Fri, Jul 10, 2015<5 mins

daniel joelle kay littlegirls rip

A letter I wrote to my deceased cousin. She had a long fight. And died in 2012 four days before Christmas. She was 18. I hope it inspires you. Or something

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