All she wrote was a few letters and I know I made her sad, but soon she'll feel better.
All she will write,
A note replying to me,
Says the truth,
She's been set free.
That she did write,
A long time ago,
A few years back,
Is when she did go.
Reading back now,
The letters she wrote,
I wonder where she is,
and did she take her favorite coat.
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Way I Feel
Short StoryA collection of writing written by me. Various forms such as poems, quotes, thoughts, journal entries, et. Feedback would be cool.
