yours truly, beast.

ⅷ

dear beauty,

as i write this i can feel my throat burning and closing up. my emotions are getting out of hand. it's all been bottled up for so long now, i can feel the sadness starting to break through. there's no better word to describe what i feel— i'm just sad. i worry that i may break my façade and begin to cry. i only pray it doesn't happen in front of you. or anyone else for that matter. if i let one thing through, everything else will come pouring out. i don't know how long i can keep on going but i'll try to endure this. for myself, and for others.

yours truly,

beast.