A Letter for Your Life
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The tears were filling up my face as I was looking at the letter in my hand
"This can't be...." I mumbled to myself, my voice cracking because of my crying.
I threw the letter away not even caring where it landed.
If that's how it's gonna be, fine. I understand that life won't always be on your side.When your finally happy, free from all the sorrow and pain. Its just gonna go crashing down, creating more and more sadness and depression. Maybe even more than what a person could handle.
If someone ever gives you something that will somehow change your life even a slight, well, mine starts with a piece of paper with handwritten words on it.
Let me tell you this, this is just the beginning. There are still more challenges coming in my way. I just hope for something better.
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