As I’m writing the letter to you, some of the memories, the anger, the question pop out of my mind again and again. One thing that I keep on trying to hold myself from writing is, “How could you’ve known. You were never there!”
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As I’m writing the letter to you, some of the memories, the anger, the question pop out of my mind again and again. One thing that I keep on trying to hold myself from writing is, “How could you’ve known. You were never there!”
Read the full post