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Letter/Poem for someone who will never know how much he means to me. |
| One day, my dear, you shall be able to read these poems that are for you, to you, about you. But that day shall only come when it means that these poems won't ruin our friendship: That you'd still be able to care about me even once you know what does through my head. You once told me you wish you could read my mind well, one day, my dear, your wish shall come true. I just hope that you won't hate me once this is all said and done. |