Love, hey. The last time I wrote to you, I was at my happiest. But today, I sing a different tune. The claws I last spoke about, I see you’ve taken them off now and I’m left with a trail of blood.

I have always been a lover of you and loved the feeling you have always brought unto me. I had hoped you’d stay a while but clearly the odds were against us. I pray that you pay a visit again. Please allow me the chance to lick my fresh wounds. Till we cross paths again, I love you.


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