The Broken Letter
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a letter
which i wrote to my friend
but
want someone else
to read
author's notes ;
the bold ones are the actual parts of the letter.
and the non-bold are something similar, just to describe the scenes.
dont worry, they do not have to be true, right?
and dont judge, I dont live there anymore.
im moving on.
written in 11th November 2015.
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malaysia
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