"There's a note underneath your front door,
That I wrote twenty years ago.
Yellow paper and a faded picture,
And a secret in an envelope.
There's no reasons, no excuses.
There's no secondhand alibis.
Just some black ink on some blue lines,
And a shadow you won't recognize.
In the meantime, I'll be waiting
For twenty years, twenty more.
I'll be praying for redemption
And your note underneath my door."
"The human heart has hidden treasures, in secret kept, in silence sealed; the thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, whose charms are broken if revealed."
-Charlotte Bronte
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