Letter 33

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Dear Ardere,

The maker is the master of mockery. He gives you hopes to create new dreams and then laughs at your misery when he crushes them. He builds you a ladder to climb up and then pours lava from the top.

My world was filled with rainbows on a sunny day when I got to be the one but soon clouds came around. They rained all over my hopes and dreams. My heart wailed in agony when you walked away from me.

Am I so bad to be treated so cruelly? I wonder if I have hurt you in any way that makes me deserving of the special treatment I receive everyday. You are the queen of my heart, I want to make you feel loved and appreciated. But I feel as if I am the villain in your story. Hated and isolated.

Yours,
Asura

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