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Unsent Letters -Teddy's Journey I-
I don’t know where you’ve gone, And I don’t know how long it’s been. I’ve been here all alone, And these letters have gone unsent. I’ve tried reaching you for hundreds of years, But, like the cold, I’m frozen by my phobias and fears. Whenever I try to move on, I feel alone, And these letters have gone unsent. Through the snow and the wintery winds, I can’t feel a thing as I keep looking for you. I’m insane, I’m mad, in other people’s minds, And these letters have gone unsent. If you’re there, why haven’t you written back? Can you not feel the warmth I send you? I can feel this cold heart of mine crack, And these letters have gone unsent. Strings can no longer hold me together, I can’t seem to fix myself anymore. Over the graves and through forever, And these letters have gone unsent. The concrete is vaguely cold, Under these hands that are worn. My tears are spent and my spirit’s sold, And these letters have gone unsent. Slumped against the grave, And looking to the sky, There’s nothing worth to save, For my letters will always go unsent.
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