Dear my best friend,
I’m lingering in the chasm of the unknown, my dark raven is masking their darkness with sadness. Deep down sadness and pity for not having power over me anymore. It makes them angry to not be able to manipulate my life down to the microscopic molecule anymore and sad because they realize their hateful ways didn’t get them anywhere.
Twenty-One Pilots has a song, “Tear in my Heart,” and it’s lyrics ring true for my whole life with their dark shadowy spell:
My heart is my armor
She's the tear in my heart
She's a carver
She's a butcher with a smile
Cut me farther
Than I've ever been
Than I've ever been
Than I've ever been
Oh, than I've ever been
I can’t wait to go. I’m afraid they will try to sabotage me but I am going to try nonetheless.
I hope you are well. How is your homeschooling and day to day? I fear for your safety emotionally and psychologically around your false one.
Love,
Your best friend.
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Always interesting, these little snippets we see from you, Melissa.