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I write words because I’m afraid to talk. I don’t trust my voice and my own mentality to say what I want to you so I write it down. Instead of sending the letters I lock them up, I burn, I rip and tear and destroy every last piece of evidence so I get rid of it. And yet here it is again. That overwhelming desire to tell you all that I think.
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