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I wrote a letter I may never send.
I wrote a letter I may never send.
It sits in a drawer, folded and white.
It sits in a drawer, folded and white.
The words are for my old boss.
The words are for my old boss.
I wanted to say I was hurt.
I wanted to say I was hurt.
But now I am not sure.
But now I am not sure.
Maybe the letter is for me.
Maybe the letter is for me.
Writing it helped me see clearly.
Writing it helped me see clearly.
I do not need to send it.
I do not need to send it.
The feeling is already outside me.
The feeling is already outside me.
The paper holds my old anger.
The paper holds my old anger.
I can close the drawer now.
I can close the drawer now.
The Letter I Never Sent
by @ruby_10