Dear, Wren
Something about the way you wanted to be free more than anything. I would tell you that you already are, but no. You said.
"I'll only be free once the voices let me go, let me love and let me live."
I never understood what you meant by that, I wish I could hear your voices too.
You told me that I was free but you weren't, you thought it was unfair. Unfair that I got to be free and you didn't.
I think you were free but your mind refused to allow it. Your mind caged you in your own skull, your own bones. Your own body.
You always told me you hated your body, but I told you I loved it. You refused to believe me but the more I kissed the one spot behind your ear the more it seemed to cure you. Well - that's what I liked to think.
I remember the first time you told me you thought you felt free, you said you felt a sliver of freedom in your veins. That was the day your mother died, the day you didn't shed a single tear.
Sure you still heard and saw things but you felt a little more free and I felt a little more in love.
Love, Wilbur
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FanfictionI DO NOT SUPPORT WILBUR SOOT something about the way you- ________________________ Created: September 23rd 2022 Ended: September 28th 2022 This story contains serious topics and swearing. If you are not okay with then do not read this. #1 in dance...
