THE LETTER
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A bad situation, a bad relationship can happen to anyone. Just assume if you are madly in love with someone, and finally realized that he two-timed you. What's your feeling?
If morbid thoughts take over your mind when everyone stares at you, sympathizing or laughing wickedly on your fate. How do you feel?
If you just want to weep and scream for everything that happened to you. If you want privacy and reality denies to give it to you. How do you feel?
If you have a lot of memories of him and unable to get rid of them. How do you feel?
If you have a plethora of emotions hidden inside and you have no one to share them with because they are not mature enough to take love as a positive emotion. How do you feel?
Just imagine the above situations and relate to the edited version of my vision.
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