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A Letter to YOU

My dear, you will never be the right person at the right time, but the fault does not lie within yourself rather it lies in the depth of their faults, their insecurities, their self-loathe. So, don’t you dare put the blame on yourself or carry the burden of others.  The burden of those who give themselves valid excuses to give you the cold shoulder, those who decide that you are the one to blame for every mishap they come across, those are the people you happily cross out of your life. Sometimes those people are the same people who once built walls and fought dragons to protect you but little did you know that one day you would need walls to shield you from them. So, gently my dear, take a deep breath, take a step forward, and set yourself free. Set yourself free from the chains that are no longer visible for these chains have been holding you back for so long. They have been holding you back from all the possibilities of a better tomorrow. Yes, it is hard to break through the shackles that have become a part of your being, part of your identity, part of your character. Yes, you will not recognize yourself at first, but one day you will wake up and you will not believe how you lived with those chains, how you lived as a captive in the borders of your body. Finally, my dear, never feel the need to apologize for being yourself, for transforming, for trespassing the borders they have set for you within you.

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  1. arreumbJanuary 28, 2019 at 11:48 PM

    You have the right to be yourself, only you can decide how your life should be. If those people really care of you they must understand it.

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