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the crying letter

big bambi teary eyes . uneven breathing . hands clutching . shaking figure . a special note . motorcycle keys . slid down the wall . black ink . messy handwriting . crumpled paper .

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               his eyes focused on the letter. and i focused on his crouching, sobbing figure. he wanted to hold on, but he wanted to let go all the same. 

               how long can a human hold tight on the thread that seems to be thinning as time passes by like a blur? how could he let go when she's alive? barely alive, but that was beside the point.

               only he knew the answers —

               to the questions that even i'm not aware of.