J.W Coleman


I'm sorry for this letter, I'm sorry for this pressure, I'm sorry for the pain, I'm sorry for the pleasure.

I don't know where to send it, couldn't even address it, the fact is it will stay, right where I left it

I'll pick it up, I'll carry it with me. I'll keep it for now, but eventually, I'll send it swiftly.

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