"You are nothing but a burning scar of her past. It hurts her to hear your name, it physically burns her to touch you, it's pure torture for her to see you because you are the visual representation of her past that she suffered. So, let her move on, forget it all and find herself right at the moment she lost it all. Let her go, Liyana."
-A Letter (to myself)
YOU ARE READING
A Letter
PoetryThis is my own personal shit that I have written. I will finish it here and maybe never return until I get into the same depressing shit again. Hits best when read using dark mode.
