dearest lindy

dearest lindy

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❝someone asked me about depression. i paused for a while and played with my fingers and glanced to the ground. 'it felt like writing letters to a person that will never get to read it. never in a million years.' i said, being the deepest person no one has seen before.❞ {teen fiction - written on the 16th day of November 2013}
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