Lately you have been really weird, and most of the time I don't understand you, but thank you for the dreams that touch my heart and make me wake up with a smile on my face. Cinderella says a dream is a wish your heart makes, but I don't wish I was mad at someone, or I was being chased by someone either. Haha. But thank you for helping me escape reality, even if it's only for a little while. --Alaire
Dear homeless man under the freeway,
When I look at you my heart hurts, I feel really bad and I want to help you. But how can I help you if you aren't really homeless? And maybe you are but how do I know? It's tough these days to know with all the deception and evil intentions of the world. But I still feel bad when I pass you on my way to work. So I hope you like the 56 cents I have in my cup holder or the McDouble I was going to eat. --Alaire
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