Wherein Maggie writes letters to people she should've spoken up to but never did, and realizes that it's the people who hurt us that make us stronger. •completed [10/14/14]. •written for "DearAmna". •short story #872 [08/16/15] •cover was found on pexels. no copyright intended. all rights go to the original owner. •twenty-fourteen.

So this is where everything goes down. When the mind screams for freedom but the heart won’t let go from the key. When the imprisoned and innocent captive doesn't have more space available for all his painful memories and needs to breathe again in open spaces. However, the prisoner cannot get rid of the memories while the heart clutches the key like it’s the only thing worth living for. Who can judge him? He beats for that key. What he doesn't know yet is that if he holds it for much longer, it will only end in his shattering and the mind’s suffocation.

This is a book about letting my feelings out. It may be good, it may be bad. Please don't judge, see it for what it is-venting, expressing and escaping. (A/N: If you copy this story...you're an idiot because you didn't have the time to think of your own.)

letters and poems and tragedies in the making (for #dearamna)