Dear Sage,
I was laying in bed today, looking at my wall, when I felt this... This rising feeling deep in my chest. Rising... Building... Whatever the hell the word is because I don't know.
It... It was swelling up inside of me, deep in my chest, filling up my stomach and then my lungs and then my heart, when it finally stopped at the base of my throat.
I don't understand it. It's like this built up pressure that wants to burst forth, and I have no idea how to get rid of it.
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Dear Sage (V1)
Teen Fiction··ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ·· A story about grief and letting go, "Dear Sage" is an ambiguous tale spun by the many unsent letters from Remy to Sag...
