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I think about people from my past often, especially those who have long forgotten me, and I am overcome by the desire to write them a letter, with no intention of actually sending them. Perhaps some things are left unspoken. But I like to flirt with danger, and by putting them on here, there is a very slim, but non-zero chance my subjects will happen upon the sentiments meant for them. Maybe I want them to know. Or maybe I just want to catharsise. But I sure as hell am not posting any of them directly.