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For the past five months i have been sitting outside, just to see if it might help me get how im feeling out on this paper. everytime I lay down or just think to myslef.. all of these thoughts come to my head on what to say. But as soon as I pick-up that pen and paper, my whole mind and body freezes up; I have nothing to say. I could have wrote you a novel a hour ago. Now that I feel like I have the courage enough to say what I have to. I become .. speechless. 

Well now I'm sitting outside listening to this rain as the wind blows against my body; clouds moving. I realize that I may actuallybe able to write you. So here it is I guess..  'I Love You', I cant help but think about you. The thought of you sometimes gets me through the day. Because I dont really know what to say in this letter. I just told you what I've been feeling these past five months. 

I know this may be alot to take in so I am not expecting a letter back. Maybe with me knowing that you know how I feel, I can sleep at night. If you took the time to read this; Thank you, Its really appreciated 

-Peyton C.

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