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Return Mail: Scrape-Scrape-Scrape
I remember you saying it, but I didn’t listen to you. I was caught up in your beauty, and your fragrance, and the sweet smell of your blood, that I never realised how I was killing myself, for you. You said it so many times, “lions are meant for cages,…
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Return Mail: Grudgingly Yours
I don’t believe there are good humans; I think we are all innately evil. I don’t believe in charity, I think it’s done for self-exultation. It makes you feel good about yourself, doesn’t it? I don’t believe there’s true altruism. I don’t believe you can be happy forever. I don’t…
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Return Mail: I Knew
Dearest Kanyinsola, Lol. I’ve always wanted to write those words side by side. Funny how I’m only just doing it for the first time after almost one year. Ok, ok, so let me start this all over again. Hey B :) I know, I know… But technically, ‘B’ isn’t the…
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Return Mail: Li’l Thing ;)
Hey Bubu, Remember that love letter you wrote me, on paper with ink, which I took EVERYWHERE with me like a lucky charm (until the day my heart shattered)? Well, I always planned to retaliate & here’s my chance. I should have written this a lot sooner but…who knew this’s…
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Return Mail: El Muerte Amor
Love? What do I really know about love? Not much, apparently. OK maybe not apparently… Evidently. OK, OK, maybe not evidently… Definitely. Yeah. Definitely. But I think I know one thing; Falling in love is in many ways, similar to dying. Most of the time, you don’t know when it will…
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Return Mail: Dear Love
Dear love, Fuck you. First of all. Cupid? Really? No, really? You entrust your affairs to the hands of a be-diapered infant with an arrow in his hands? You musta lost your goddamn mind. What actually is your game plan? No tell me. Seriously. You start out…interesting. I mean you’re…
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Return Mail
I’m excited!!! Okay, not ‘three exclamation marks excited’. Maybe two or one. Ah well, what does it matter. I read a ‘love letter’ the other day that was…nice. Properly constructed, with nice-sounding rhymes, words, etc. But for some reason, it didn’t get to me. Felt quite alien. After re-reading, I…
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no Fancy Words or Flowery Speak (4): Fluke
It’s been over a month since I’ve been here. Ib is certainly getting tired of me. She’s trying not to show it, God bless her beautiful soul, but there’s only so much moping one human being can take from another. Heck, even I, am tired of me. She has tried…
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no Fancy Words or Flowery Speak (3): Flight!
Final boarding call for… Hendilaha stood. Black turtle neck, black loafers with a black cardigan draped over her right hand, she was a picture of quiet strength. She was wearing minimal makeup on her fresh face and her long, full black hair was pulled back into a loose knot at…
