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A letter to someone I know, but never talked -cap

A letter to someone I know, but never talked -caption- I'm in love with the lists. I'll stick to something if it's breeze is convincing; just until I get bored. So here's a list, maybe a letter being written for you. Just for you. Remember, I no more believe that I don't dislike you. 1) My days and nights have been cradling the sequences of your life, spent in my presence. Replaying. Rewinding. Replaying. I wish I had devoted those hours of my entirety, to the books piled up here and there. I thought what I did in front of you mattered to you. I'll tear it from the pages of my memory. 2) You've become undoubtedly reckless. You couldn't give me a punishment as cruel as this-- I detest longing. And waiting. Nowadays, you're leaving behind grits of smirks and fire to burn me to death. An easy exit. I haven't died, instead I'm living death every moment aching for something from you. 3) Don't look at me! What if I blind my eyes just before it meets yours; at the verge of disappointment? Your hand barricades your eyes from glancing at me, just in a split second. There's no warmth. Rays are laden with coldness. I feel absurdly inferior. I despise it. I'm starting to dislike you.
A letter to someone I know, but never talked -caption- I'm in love with the lists. I'll stick to something if it's breeze is convincing; just until I get bored. So here's a list, maybe a letter being written for you. Just for you. Remember, I no more believe that I don't dislike you. 1) My days and nights have been cradling the sequences of your life, spent in my presence. Replaying. Rewinding. Replaying. I wish I had devoted those hours of my entirety, to the books piled up here and there. I thought what I did in front of you mattered to you. I'll tear it from the pages of my memory. 2) You've become undoubtedly reckless. You couldn't give me a punishment as cruel as this-- I detest longing. And waiting. Nowadays, you're leaving behind grits of smirks and fire to burn me to death. An easy exit. I haven't died, instead I'm living death every moment aching for something from you. 3) Don't look at me! What if I blind my eyes just before it meets yours; at the verge of disappointment? Your hand barricades your eyes from glancing at me, just in a split second. There's no warmth. Rays are laden with coldness. I feel absurdly inferior. I despise it. I'm starting to dislike you.
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