Letters to him

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If I give up on life before you decide to even listen to me once, always remember my love for you is greater than the deepest ocean on this planet and I'd give away the shattered pieces of my broken heart to make you feel a glimpse of what you mean to me, not that it'd matter to you I hope it does but then I'll actually rest in peace. I am living as your lover and I'll stop that way. I just want this torment to stop now it's chewing on my flesh each day a little more. I could trade my everything if I as much get to breathe in the same room as you, for once. I love you so much it's beyond my ability to contain anymore I can't now, no. I spent the last two years convincing myself you never meant anything you wrote, and you really didn't, but I like to think you did. For once you saw me too, for once I was loved by you. 

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