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 It has been a while since I've written something, perhaps I didn't want to or maybe something wasn't letting me to. Well, I guess I'm late to this "new" year and it could be that I've forgotten the ethics of beautiful writing. I don't know if you're reading this or not, I'm here just to tell you that you're special. I still dream about you, I still care. I've wanted to write something for you for a while now; maybe this is the time? I know formalities aren't our thing, maybe someone else is reading this too, possibly out of curiosity or out of love. You'll always be the special one, the only one. I fear nothing but losing you. 

I wish we could hold hands just one more time before I die, it would remind you of times I never wanted you gone, but you left and just like that my life became nothing but pages of an old torn book, For the Love of Hades. 

Life never fails to surprise me, I found a new purpose, a new life, but with the same old you.

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