Dear Friend,
Dear-friend. Fwiendy fwiend. I'm so lucky to have you, guy friend.
I may need to get out of my habit of dreaming what isn't there. But right now, I have a whole load of faith in you.
I don't think you'll break my heart too soon. I sure hope not.
If you ever see any of this you might think I'm paranoid. I just might be.
Maybe im just scared. I know I am scared. Maybe I'm just and only scared though.
I forgot where I was going with this earlier.
But this is where I went with it now.
Love,
Kitty
But you don't know me by that name.
Monday, January 16, 2012
#116
Labels:
2012,
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Expectations,
Personal letter 4,
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The Hundreds,
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