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「 september 5th, 2013 」

dear rose,
ever since april 14th i've learned to live with the unimaginable.

that's all my world is. in every letter the aftermath of your death stretches across papers and miles. words will always be there to fill the emptiness of these pages. but there are some moments that words can't be used to describe.

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