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Letter 4
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Dear Floris,
Um, I thought maybe I could start this again. Ya know, because I'm back. They put me in the same room, thought I needed the 'familiar setting' as if that does anything. Apparently being so hysterical that they have to sedate you causes people to tense up. Who would have thought.
If you couldn't sense the sarcasm in that statement then I'm clearly failing.
I barely remember what I wrote in these. I know I talked about T, blessed you with my poetic amazingness (I don't think that's a word), and signed off differently each time.
I think I'll keep tradition. Here's your poetic stuff.
Art is to console those who are broken by life.
Boom. Blessed.
Also, don't worry about me. Have you met me? I'm too stubborn to die.
Okay we're done now. Bye Flor <3
Requested mailing: January 29th, 2019
Accepted mailing: February 1st, 2019
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