I dreamt last night, that she wrote me a letter on a crumpled peice of paper. Among the words I could make out, my favorite to read in her handwriting; us. "Still, nightly I think of us, it helps me to sleep and to dream what I want to dream," Our moments are frozen in time, like a painting hanging on the wall of a house, resting on that nail
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this is amazing.
if i could write like this, i'd never stop.
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