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Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Saved as Draft

Today, I wrote a letter again.
I wrote what I couldn't say.
I wrote what I almost couldn't write.
I wrote about the things I remember
about us, and how I wish I could go back.
I wrote about how I have to accept
that they will never be back;
that I have to be content
with the memories I got.

I wrote how I ache for the chance
that I lost when I drifted away...


I wrote to you a letter I could not send, today.

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