dear frances
dear frances,
was it hard knowing
that you stole
the only dream i have?
was it difficult knowing
that the only
way for us to communicate
was through these fucking letters?
your real name isnt frances
and somehow by
default you
overpowered,
overruled,
killed me.
so here i am
writing this letter
to you
the one person that has
killed me
the one person who
doesnt know
who i am
sincerely,
ann
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