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| b7e9e43 | Today there's no one here, so I find a rock and open my notebook filled with letters to Lucca, reading them, noticing how the letters decreased in frequency over the past couple of months. When i started, shortly after he died, I wrote them every day. I hurt so bad, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't, so my words on the page became a diary of the pain. | chasing-brooklyn lucca lisa-schroeder diary | Lisa Schroeder | |
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