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3. Querida Enemiga [Charlynch[?] EN

Words: 268

From: Becky
To: My worst enemy

Hey, Sasha! So long ago we don't talk each other. I know what you did to Charlotte, and I don't want to blame on you, or things like that, I'd like to write this letter as a friend, not as Charlotte's, that would be so unfair.

How to start with? Maybe with a "I'm so glad" that the world put you on your place. So glad to see you crying, and hitting walls with the hope this is a nightmare, and not reality. What did you think? Karma won't make you pay for all you have done?

I'm so glad that you're fucking up everything, that you've got imnsonia which makes you think about how worthless you are everynight. That you spent all the money you took off from Char for treatments and none of them have results. Dreaming Karma gives you all the damage back, suffering forever and don't tell. Look yourself on the mirrow and feel disgusted. Is that bad I want you to suffer everyday of your life? For what you did to Charlotte and I? That every fake-cute-word should through your body as a knife and leave a permanent mark on your skin to remember how bitch and talent player you were.

You know why I don't write this letter as Charlotte's friend? Because I'm her girlfriend and I think I should thank you that because you and your lies were the first thing we had in common, we both were blinded by them, and cried because of the truth.

Hope you kill yourself someday, Becky.