letter no. three

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dear calum,

what made you talk to me on that august night three years ago?

was it the way you could tell i was drowing in self pity?

or was it the fact that you thought i'd be an easy shag?

i hated you three years ago

and i'm being to think

that i hate you now

for leaving me here alone

when you knew damn well that i could only

be happy with you.

doubtfully yours,

grace

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