Hidden in the depth of my room locked away is a letter written by someone. It's probably the only material object that can just make me weak and cry rivers =[. I can't seem to express sadness in front of others or cry so whenever I feel like I have to I go to read this letter just to make me feel sane again. Reminds me im not always right, not perfect, not even great. It let's me accept the worst and all form of misfortunes and look forward to a brighter day. Thanks, where ever you are now.
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