Dear Alina,
You need to stop. Now!
Aren’t you seeing how he’s molding you into being your own destruction? Aren’t you listening to the warning sounds your heart is making? The way he cracks a bit more every time you let yourself fall deeper into your sweet lover’s caressing words? Listen to me, please!
No. No! You know what? Don’t listen to me. Not even to your fractured heart.
Listen to that murky thought that peeks out in the back of your mind before you sink into your sleep. How he softly says the things you’re too afraid to accept and makes your soul weep with the possible roaring truth.
Don’t think you’re breakable, Alina, because if you do you’ll always believe that you’ll need someone to hold you up so you don’t fall down. But guess what, sweetheart? The one that holds you up also has the power to shatter you to the ground.
And you’re already in too many fragments to put back together.
I’m sorry.
Sincerely,
Somebody
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Dear Amna [Untold Words and Some Burning Thoughts]
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