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Just Another Letter In My Little Cardboard Box As I was waiting for Jacob to pick me up and take me to Plano this morning, I wrote a poem about you. It's nice being able to write exactly how I feel without judgement. Things only myself knows...things probably best kept secret for only my own knowledge and acceptance. Sometimes that's all you need...writing letters, poems, random babblings, anything, not for anyone to read, but just for YOU. "Only half of writing is saying what you mean. The other half is preventing people from reading what they expected you to mean." I'm still there. |