Just letters

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I have holes in my jeans and bandaids poking out of them,
And I know that seems insignificant,
But the bandaids are from falling down and scraping my knees.

And sometimes when I find myself on the ground I think about you because you never made me get to my feet, you used to hold me up, or wait until I was ready to stand.

I don't understand my heart,
I think you did more than I ever could.

It's always so full of emotion and I don't always know how to handle it.

I have all these thoughts and I miss you.
I miss my friend.

I miss you telling me what to do with these thoughts.

I know our infinity drew to a close a long time ago, and I'm okay with that.
I just wanted to let you know that your letters are safe. 

And that if you're wondering, I think everything's gonna be okay.

-Ashes







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