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Dear darling



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I'm sorry



You said that you wanted to talk me to, your forehead resting on the wooden door



You cried my name



You called me darling



What the fuck Cal



You think that you can just cry out to me and I'll be there



But the sad thing is that it's true



I'll always be there for you



Until I leave



Until I die, I'll always be there for you Cal



I promise



I promise as I hide these letters from you



I just want what's best for you my darling



That's all I've ever wanted



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yours truly - nicole

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