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Before we wrote letters about each other with only hate in our hearts
We left no room for miracles.
Somedays it was a heart. On days I had more faith in my mirror-writing skills, it was a message, a hello, a joke, a little piece of me.
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issue no. i.ii
to him, i was a tunnel. to me, he was the destination.