

My LetterDear friend,My Letter
Some one once said to write whatever it is that you can’t say.
So I’m writing you this letter now to let you know how much
you mean to me. It was meant as a birthday present, but
I couldn’t bring myself to deliver it to you.
There are so many things, so many important things…
Things that if I don’t tell you, I know I’ll regret it to the end of
my days. But I don’t know where to start.
I suppose… I can start by telling you that your mere presence
makes everything else easier in my life, and that all it takes to
make me smile is thinking of any


Not careFor months he wantedNot care
To write what he felt And by the Light of the moon One night then he did And wrote of the cards He had been dealt For many things have passed Since the last night The last night he wrote By the moon’s soft glow And many cards have been played Yet little hands won
Another year will be gone And what have I done? What can I be proud of? And say that I done
Doing well in my lessons Well that’s always there And once it was special But now hardly weights And what awaits me then If e
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