Dear Doe, I hate the smell. . . the side talks. . . the weird looks, the ambiguous comments, the silence, the eye service. . . I hate so many things. I hate the stares that makes one feel crappy. The silent whispers that makes you paranoid. The unfounded gossips that travels at the speed of ...
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letters to a Doe
Dear Doe, It’s been a while. . . a break in communication with you but not with life. . . Andrew Marvell was right in his poem to ...
Dear Doe, Remember when warmth and solace was in the hands of solitude, when tears became laughter ~ when it’s so spontaneous, ...
