Dear Savannah,
I believe there is nothing much for us to say.
Lest my heart bleed for long, time is my only medic.
That man? Why he's a scoundrel nonetheless.
Even so, I cherish the moments when we were pure.
Life will erase you from my soul soon enough.
- John
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