Day 5

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Dear luke,

I'm not keeping dated anymore...

Why know when I die exactly...
No point.

I've thought hard about you last night and my foster dad said writing about you and making my thoughts worse isn't a good 'idea'

He doesn't know shit.

I love you luke but you don't realize it.

Today you looked amazing, your quiff was up rised highly and perfectly like ususal.
Your plaid, was red and black skinny jeans were great on you.

-Mikey

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