I wrote. I wrote and I wrote and I cried. I sobbed until there were no tears left.
Pages and pages of emotion. Of dead feelings. Of betrayal.
Pages filled with confusion. Laced with hate. Dusted with tears. Ending with grief.
"With all my said unsaids"...
The letters I wrote him, but never sent that outlined my earlier pain. Nothing compared to
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