We can’t do this through letters.
You think the only thing we could share is blood, but we both have feelings, and thoughts, and words. Can’t we share them?
And through our speech-
not our pens, which drain the ache in our voices and hollow out the meaning.
Beleive me, I can try and we would be fine, but it’s your turn. Your turn to fill the ache in our voices and take up space in the meaning.
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Author:
Alex (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
This is amazing! I wish I could write like this! ~ Georgia xx
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