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Sep 2022
In person this would be much better,
But instead I write this dreadful letter;
We likely won’t cross paths again.
I’m part glad, and part in pain.
My love for you is too intense,
I’ll no longer wait upon the fence;
I must go, and indeed I’m gone.
I hope for you I’ll cease to long.
Written by
Henry Hughes  27/M/Ireland
(27/M/Ireland)   
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