Letters I Can't Mail
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Just a collection of rants and messages that we couldn't say out loud or else we'd go to jail, an asylum, or get disowned. For everyone in pain, in an abusive relationship/household; for everyone seeking for healing and love, know that you are loved. Know that you are enough.
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