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Apr 2021
i miss all the love letters
he never writes me,
all the late night calls just to hear my voice.
texts to read in the morning,
and cheesy poetry to read in bed.
i pretend to sleep just to see if he’ll kiss my eyelids and tell me he loves me.
he doesn’t but i love him anyway.
letters to the new boy - pt2
Written by
anna  17/F/London, UK
(17/F/London, UK)   
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