The Process Read Count : 11

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The other day, I thought about writing to you about you. 
Nothing filled up that was worth letting go 
Caught up in the process 
I started with your name, spelt wrongly and out of the line; Precisely the Kindergarten way...
Next I drew you and I holding hands but staring into different directions, perhaps aiming at little stars that never rain. 
Drawn out of desperate and angry looking fingers 
Your face disfigured with patches of black spots and undone make up. 
You should flip 
You would see the next page softened with ink poured accidentally but intentionally left to spread.

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