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ALL THE UNSENT LETTERS
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Ongoing, First published Nov 18, 2023
So many words in this world remain untold, and so many topics stay undiscussed.  And when these words get bottled up in your head till top.  These words start overflowing or exploding sometimes.  It gets you all dizzy and unstable.  Making your life a total misery.  Making it as worse as hell.  These scare me they hallucinate me, they clutch my throat hanging me up in the air i get air but I don't get any. I feel like dying but in the end, I survive. I think living perhaps surviving with this pressure of words is way more difficult than dying. 
And right now these words are getting me dizzy.  These words are murdering the human inside me and creating me a total devil.  A DEVIL WITH A DISGUISE.  So before the devil inside me takes over me.  I want to write all the words i want to tell people around me or maybe who are sitting miles apart.  
I know i will never get the courage to talk to them so im writing letters. 
These unsent letters
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