In a suitcase tied with string On the highest shelf In the closet down the hall Hidden from myself Fits of madness, pools of grief Fevers of desire How peculiar these remain Slavaged from the fire For some I crumpled some I burned Some I tore to shreds Lifetimes later, here they are Ones I saved instead Letters never sent to you Letters never sent
Never reached their destination Mostly born of pain Resurfaced with the purpose of A trip down memory lane
Broken hearted, breaking hearts All the way it went Evidence of what I saw My experiments
Life's a riddle, life's a dream Life's an accident Now I'm gonna set them free Letters never sent
Letters never sent to you Letters never sent Once upon a time taboo Letters never sent
Letters never sent to you Letters never sent Incongruous, and overdue Letters never sent
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