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Mar 2019
You are my unsent message.
The cursor blinking rhythmically,
With my heartbeat,
Waiting,
For me to hit send.
But I am not ready,
And Iā€™m not sure if I ever will be
So I left it like that.
Unsent. Unseen. Unread.
ā€œI miss you.ā€
Eliza
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Eliza  24/F
(24/F)   
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