And? Did you loved me? Of course not.
So? Did I loved you? Of course.
In the end, you are lost, I am dead. You are happy, I am sad. You are fine, I'm bad.
Why? Because you don't have a soul.
Why? Because I don't control my soul.
I wrote so many letters, you can't see them. I wrote so many leters on Wattpad and no one saw them, only the sky. You can't see this letter. I don't know if you will see me again. I will see you, I know that. I mean I see you daily and I act like everything is fine, not like I am falling apart.
Whatever, be happy with yourself.
I will be sad with myself.

𝚁𝚎𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 5 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 5 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 5 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔...

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