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to my favorite infatuation,                                                                                 you told me that i was holding on like it was my lifeblood. i said you weren't wrong. right before i left, scared of what might happen next, you told me that my voice gave me away. that there was a certain naivety to it. i hadn't yet been tarnished by the harshness of the world, and that's what you thought was most beautiful about me. i will never forget your words.                          with love,                                                                  the stranger you said was perfect
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
a letter to the boy with the beautiful name that i can't seem to remember
to my favorite infatuation,                                                                                 you told me that i was holding on like it was my lifeblood. i said you weren't wrong. right before i left, scared of what might happen next, you told me that my voice gave me away. that there was a certain naivety to it. i hadn't yet been tarnished by the harshness of the world, and that's what you thought was most beautiful about me. i will never forget your words.                          with love,                                                                  the stranger you said was perfect
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17/F/la
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
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