this afternoon i got a letter in the mail. not a bill or a pamphlet or a magazine... a real letter. with no name, and no return address. but there's no doubt about who it's from, and i'm terrified of slipping back into the old pattern that i've been trying since july to pull myself out of.
...fuck.
"I want the love like me thinking of you
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goodluck, my dear.
maybe things will work out this time.
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