everytime it appears again. and i have doubts if i should do it.
but my mind rejects life like that and emotions like these.
and i don't know if i'm guilty of this small everything, cause it seems like i am.
but..i can try. it won't work anyway.
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today i excavated a jar with a letter
from me to me.
i wrote it 2 years ago and burried in the ground,
underneath the trees,
just to see, after a while, how i've changed,
what was on my mind then.
and actually it was weird feeling to read this.
but it was exactly my style.
and i haven't changed so much.
i will write next letter.
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