Dear Estella,
It feels like the whole world is against me sometimes.
Everyone hates whatever I do. If I study, I hate it. If I don't, my parents hate it. It's like the whole world is designed in a manner such that everything that I do and will do comes to bite me later- a bite dripping with vicious venom.
Snakes are everywhere.
Inside me too.
Love,
Azura
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Dear Estella
Short StoryBecause sometimes, you can't tell her by your tongue, so you tell her by your hand.
