Wish I could go back and find letters I wrote you in my mind. Perhaps I could unknot us from this awful bind. Most I have forgot or overrefined. Love is a sickness cured by time. Bruises all end up benign Love is a sickness cured by time. I hope that you can change my mind. I had to leave this crying all behind. I hope that you don't think that I'm unkind. Somebody told me, only and only, only the strong will survive.
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