'i have this crippling fear thats constantly haunting my mind.'
'a fear of what?'
'unloved. unwanted. hated. despised.'
'but there are people who love you, and you know that.'
'yes but, trust is an issue and right now i dont trust that they love me not because theyre afraid of shattering me to pieces but because they love my smile, my passion, my eyes. and i am constantly afraid of never being enough for anyone. not my mother, my father, him, them... nobody.'
–excerpt from a book i'll never write 3
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Unsent Letters.
Short StoryA handful of letters that will never quite get to its intended recipient. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.
