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The letters I’d written…
Never meaning to send…

Words from deep down…
Not in need of a friend…

Nor a listening ear…
Or an inquiring mind…

Very carefully hidden…
For no one to find…

Locked in my boxes…
Just gathering dust…

For my eyes only…
No one else could I trust…

Knowing the content…
Each and every word…

Those pain filled pages…
Never spoken or heard…

But now you’ve found them…
Flush with achievement…

Think you’re so clever…
Dancing with my demons…

Removing the context…
Adding your own spin…

Interpreting your own way…
And using them to win…

Leaving me wounded…
Lying on the stone cold floor…

Kicking me in the stomach…
Could you gloat anymore…

As I shrink smaller and smaller…
Right before your very eyes…

Falling into a dark depression…
Still you never really realised…

The impact of your actions…
The scars left by your words…

But the wounds you prise open…
Push me further towards…

Making that final decision…
As maybe then you will see…

That hidden within those letters…
Was the true version of me…

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