Dear Blank,
No amount of words can ever express my feelings for you. Why even try? Every words is a confusion. The only thing that comes close is when you are in my arms. Everything else is a lie and frankly, everything else you say is a lie, too. Since I do not beleive you, nor myself, there is nothing more to discuss. Either you agree or not. Please touch me, or go. I want all of you. I want you to want all of me. If you don't want all of me you are lying, or I am wrong. Either way - Goodbye.
Love,
Blank
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