Letters I'll Never Send
Giving an Audience to your Inner Monologue
Hey, it’s me. All went wrong. I know. We will never fix it. I know.
You’re cute when you’re morose, you know.
If you had wanted it fixed, it would be fixed by now. If you want it fixed now, I think I could manage that.
Sorry, Rose. I’m not your person.
when you know, you‘re convinced you know and there’s no telling you otherwise
Probably not for a long time… still, it hurts, I know. Who knows what the future has in store for you? Sometimes people reconnect when old wounds are mended.
i could possibly be the man.
to care and be strong
after the last one page letter im proud of you very much so
why didnt i send you a pot bank post card.. your ace and i wasnt
i just hope i could find my turn
You fix what you chose to fix and leave what you chosen to leave broken. It starts with accountability, not anonymous resignations.
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