Day Twenty - Eight

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Dear April,

I didn't mean that.

God, I'm so sorry. I'm a bad person. Maybe this is why dad left us. I drove him away.

I crashed my entire room again. You weren't at the window this time, April. Were you asleep? Or did you purposely ignore me?

I'm sorry...

With much love,
Xoxo.

P.S. I still love you.

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