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November 16, 1998
I don't know if you'll ever see this but if my words can carry wind to your ears I hope it tells you sweet and beautiful things. I hope it tells you to take care and eat well and to not think of me in regret but in fondness. And If my words can carry strength to your ears I hope it tells you beautiful things, tell you for example, how the city sparkled in burnt orange and red. The way the dripping summer heat would set ablaze my small tiny feet. The way the night howls for you in the distance growing louder and louder with each passing night. On days like these, I reminisce of you and on nights like these, it reminds me of you. Why? Because on nights like these, you once held me; you held me as the night grew more immense and more lonely. I no longer long for a future without us. I no longer can see beyond the horizon. Everything is just so bleak and heavy. All I long for is the simple touch of my one and only, my dearest, my love.
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