To the one who reads my poems and praises them behind my back. I heard all about you today. No names were mentioned, but, it had to be you. We haven’t spoken in forever, we used to talk everyday, remember? I hear you want to know how, I’m sorry but there Is no how… I just read and write. I know, it might not make much sense to you, it doesn’t make much sense to me either. I’m not a writer… I just write.
You made my day, and through this blabbering, that’s all I really want to say. I know you didn’t say it to my face, maybe you couldn’t. Why? Is a question for another day. For now, all I have to say is thank you.
You may not read this… I hope you do.
❤
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Aww 😊😊
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This sure leaves me curious…
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True
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Hehehe, my lips are sealed 💃🏼
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Good idea 🙂
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I say wonderful!
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Thank you! Glad you like it! 😄
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I’m not a writer… I just write. ❤
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Thank you luv for reading😊
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I love a secret… this has me guessing..
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hmm curious now….
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Hehehe. Mum’s the word 😁😁
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ok…..
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