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Unsent Letters

It’s frightening to think how fast we’ve all grown.

Grown up and apart, it’s frightening to think that we’ve all had a choice.
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  • Thomas A Robinson (9/10/2013 7:17:00 PM)

    Ok then, wise beyond you pain. Great poem, there is blood splattered all over me from reading.
    Your scarred arms are stripes you've earned in combat. And know what real.pain tastes like.
    A vivid writting I enjoyed reading more than once.

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