A love letter not delivered to its recipient is pitiful, what a coward.
Healing means forgetting and moving on, for some
It’s still puzzling, sometimes it only takes a day to feel peaceful and calm
Self-inflicted pain indeed is real, after 12 minutes they say
The last messages at 8am of December 21, it was a Thursday
A decision to move on
An effort to cry it all out
A choice to attend a party out of the city
The intention to leave traces of you
The uninterrupted navigation to find the way home
Being free from the trap
Unposted Notes 
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