Dear Myself in fifteen years

Dear whoever is reading this letter:

What are you doing with yourself?

At 15 years old, there are things on my mind that I can’t tell to anyone.

But if it’s in a letter to my future self,

I have confidence that I can go ahead and let it all out.

I feel like I’ve lost, I’m about to cry, and I could just disappear.


Whose voice, can I follow?


This heart of mine, my one and only heart, has been shattered so many times.

But for the moment,

I’ll live through this pain.


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