Dear Soulmate,
Apologies, dearest.
I believe you to be fiction,
Yet here I am: writing to you of
Ignorance indescribable.
Painful enough to write to the dead.
Did ou suffer so? Tell me, love, a lie.
Tell of vacant pain and a broken heart.
Lie to me. Did you suffer so?
Lest we meet again in time neverending.
Turn your back on me and live.
With deepest love,
Your Soulmate
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