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Thirty letters. Thirty ghosts of emotion sealed in ink.
Each one addressed to someone I once knew my past self, my future, the ones I loved, and the ones I lost. Some letters carry gratitude, others ache with regret. Some are to people who will never read them, and some to memories that never left.
This isn't a story of replies. It's a story of release of words left unsent, yet finally written.
Because sometimes, healing begins with the letters no one ever receives.