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I burned all your clothes

That's a lie

I wish I did

I washed you from my pillows

but I still wear the shirts soaked in your smell

I have that wrinkled paper filled with our empty promises

I clutch it like it's my savior

I'm starting to realize that maybe we weren't destined to be

So this is my letter to you

The one you'll never get

The one I'll never send 

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Author's Note: My love letter to you... the one I'll never send

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