I've come across the old letter.
That one piece of paper.
A proof that you once were mine.
I was scared of reading it all over again.
But I don't want to throw it away.
I'm still that much of a coward.
And all I could do was crying and laughing,
then crying again.
Why is it when I was so determined to leave, the universe won't let me?
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