A letter was written to her not to me, doesn't he understand, feel, or see, how he hurt, and punchered my heart with his words to her. Wasn't he thinking at the time, this letter to her isn't worth a dime., Wasn't he thinking or didn't even care, this letter he should of shared. Two weeks ago it was sent, down ran the tears, was so bent,then cam the anger making me strong, trying to place my guard up so nothing could go wrong, Wishing and hoping it was just a dream, lost all control, all I could do is scream when he made the call, this way I would not fall. How could you do this to me, sending her a letter can't you see, how much pain you have caused her and me, yes she told me so I could scold, your feelings towards me were so cold. I have given you so many years throughout the tears, throughout all my fears. Your fantacy will not be fulfilled, not now, not latter, not ever. Another letter needs to be written saying how sorry you are to a woman who loved you so almost 40 long years ago. Let it be let it so.
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