I guess I'm damaged goods. Too damaged to waste any time or effort to repair. So I'll lay on the shelf waiting for a better day, which will never come. I'll lay there gathering dust and just fade away. Wondering what could have been if things had gone my way.
All the letters that I've written have ended up in the paper bin 'cos there are no words to tell you how I feel.
It's odd isn't it - me not able to find the words. I've never been good at this. Never been good at telling how I feel. I'm better at showing... but you're not here to see.
I miss you!
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