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To the most dauntless friend,
These gushing tears from bulging eyes feel like excruciating acid down my pale cheeks. The faint echo of your voice has broken the serenity of this four-cornered room.
By now, blood bursting out from wounds inside, their anger now has met its limitation and has turned into a break wrath.
Memories with you were the strangest delusion that I've suffered. You left this room of friendship with nothing but a swear 'I'll be back'. I know you will. But I won't wait.
Just leave and live.
Love,
Chamomile