I dreamt of you again. I don't know what you look like anymore, so my brain took me back to when we were kids. I showed you this website and you submitted something onto it. We were happy. All this time I've held out hope we could cross the eons of distance, but now the ramshackle bridge between us has been severed forever. We neither had a hand in it.

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I think about people from my past often, especially those who have long forgotten me, and I am overcome by the desire to write them a letter, with no intention of actually sending them. Perhaps some things are left unspoken. But I like to flirt with danger, and by putting them on here, there is a very slim, but non-zero chance my subjects will happen upon the sentiments meant for them. Maybe I want them to know. Or maybe I just want to catharsise. But I sure as hell am not posting any of them directly.
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