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I Write Letters To The People Of My Past

Writing letters to the people of my past has allowed me to set my emotions free.

Photo by: Gaelle Marcel

Old me,

You are naive and love everyone who cares enough to say hello

You give your heart and soul to the ones who eventually will break you

Years pass and you still wait for them to show up on your doorstep to say I’m sorry

At such a young age you experienced the worst kind of pain


You think you will never escape the fiery pits of hell

But you did

You reached deep inside your soul to find that bright sunshine that once was the best part of yourself

You found love

Not in a man who wouldn’t give you the affection you so desired

You found love in the best place

Within your own heart

Carry this with you and cherish it

Know that you are beautiful no matter what anyone tells you

Your own heart is more precious than gold

Old me

I do not miss you

But I love you

Because I know someone needs to even though it feels like no one ever will


New me

This is one of the first letters I ever wrote to my past self. Looking back I see