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♯  O4O617  ;  the illiterate   .

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⤬    dear  jess  ,
          	  
          	  so im not sure how to start this, in fact until a few moments ago i wasn't planning on starting it all. i dont know jess. i dont know. im sorry. i wish i could write you something beautiful or pretty like i used to but lately i find it impossible. i cant write you wonderful words laced with nostalgia and sentiment because i no longer feel sentiment. ive changed again and i dont like it. fuck it , what's the point of even typing it out. words dont even make a difference. well thats a lie. i want to show you appreciation so whats stopping me? ego? nope, never a problem in the past. i have a low opinion of others not a high opinion of myself. 
          	  
          	  im rambling, delaying the part where i get to the appreciation. i dont know. 
          	  what are you to me jess. what are you. so many things. to put it quite simply i wouldnt be able to function without you. without any of you, each and every one of you is essential to me, like a vital organ. i tried picturing my life without you and failed, why else do you think i stopped trying to run away? because you guys give me direction in life.  and sometimes i feel empty and void and completely emotionless and in those moments i could care less about anything but you guys are the one thing even then that i make an effort for. 
          	  
          	  If you told me three years ago that we would've gotten this close my many personas would've done a double-take. you're just a short-assed, irritating,  necessary fuck in my life and wow did i really just have an existential crisis in the middle of our 3 year paragraph? 
          	  
          	  i guess if i could restart this entire thing my message would be quite simple :
          	  
          	  dear  jess  ,
          	  
          	  thank you. 
          	  
          	  - ace .
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jupids

♯  O4O617  ;  the illiterate   .

fmlhrs

this message may be offensive 
⤬    dear  jess  ,
            
            so im not sure how to start this, in fact until a few moments ago i wasn't planning on starting it all. i dont know jess. i dont know. im sorry. i wish i could write you something beautiful or pretty like i used to but lately i find it impossible. i cant write you wonderful words laced with nostalgia and sentiment because i no longer feel sentiment. ive changed again and i dont like it. fuck it , what's the point of even typing it out. words dont even make a difference. well thats a lie. i want to show you appreciation so whats stopping me? ego? nope, never a problem in the past. i have a low opinion of others not a high opinion of myself. 
            
            im rambling, delaying the part where i get to the appreciation. i dont know. 
            what are you to me jess. what are you. so many things. to put it quite simply i wouldnt be able to function without you. without any of you, each and every one of you is essential to me, like a vital organ. i tried picturing my life without you and failed, why else do you think i stopped trying to run away? because you guys give me direction in life.  and sometimes i feel empty and void and completely emotionless and in those moments i could care less about anything but you guys are the one thing even then that i make an effort for. 
            
            If you told me three years ago that we would've gotten this close my many personas would've done a double-take. you're just a short-assed, irritating,  necessary fuck in my life and wow did i really just have an existential crisis in the middle of our 3 year paragraph? 
            
            i guess if i could restart this entire thing my message would be quite simple :
            
            dear  jess  ,
            
            thank you. 
            
            - ace .
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