11. juni 2010

the letter

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I promised I wouldn't open it, and as you know I keep my promise.
I just don't know why it has to be so hard. 
It's hidden, under a tons of pillows. 
Hidden and forgotten.  
Tomorrow I know I have to face it again. 
Not opening it, just watch it. 
Will the feeling still be there?
Will my stomach still hurt?
Will I ever know?


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