Micro 0115: I wrote a letter to my friend

My Dearest, My heart is spilling emotions, squeezing them through cuts. I'm bruised from keeping this in. You'll wake up this morning and find I've gone. I could not stay. Not because I didn't love you, because I do. You know that too. After all the pain and fear and anger have gone (I promise... Continue Reading →


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