Letters to My Tormentors
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Everyone deals with demons. For some, those demons are daily nuisances. For others, those demons are daily walls, impassible and too solid to break through.
For those willing, the letters contained in this collection are my own personal writings to my own demons. The struggles I face that haunt my world and make my life miserable.
This collection is not for those sensitive to the emotions of others. This collection is not for those who want me to focus on my stories. This collection is not for those who do not care for my mental state.
This collection is for those who care, and for those who want to see into my life.
This collection is me facing my demons, one at a time.
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