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WITH A BIG mason jar open, paper scattered everywhere with the jet black pen, I wrote everything I have to say to you and pretend as if you were in front of me. Anything is better than nothing at all, inside my room you are my best friend in a million years, I talk to you through my pen and sickly colorful paper kept track by numbers and dates. Maybe one day I won't have to play pretend. Maybe one day the stars would a-line for us. Maybe one day the time would finally be right.
But then really, when was the time right?
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