Day 97

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Dear Michael,

There are nights I cry so hard that my body aches and I shake and I have to put my head in my pillow so no one could hear me.


There are also nights I'm happy that wherever you are, or whatever you're doing, you are happy and I think everything happens for a reason.


And there are also nights where I feel nothing at all. But there is never a night that you didn't cross my mind.

-Venice

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