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I've always hated writing in blueI've always preferred black.I've never been good at saying what I mean.I'm always afraid you'll write back.I could ea..
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Let me see you, if only for one last time. The words echoed out to her from the page. And all at one, she could hear his voice, see his face. That sal..
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Just a sweet poem about the love of good parents.
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My first upload. Just a short piece I literally just came up with. Please share your thoughts and comment I'd really appreciate it x
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