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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
Salavaged from the fire
For some I crumpled
Some I burned
Some I tore to shreds
Lifetimes later, here they are
The ones I saved instead
Letters never sent to you
Letters never sent to you
Letters I never sent
Letters never sent to you
Never reached their destination
Mostly born of pain
Resurfaced with the purpose of
A trip down memory lane
Broken hearted, breaking hearts
All the ways it went
Evidence of what I saw
In 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 that I never sent
Letters never sent to you
Letters that I never sent
Letters never sent
Life’s a riddle
Life’s a dream
Life’s an accident
So glad I saved them, here they are
Letters never sent
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