Love letters drenched in gasoline

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Dear you,
Sorry that it took me too long to write back, I have been trying to avoid this confrontation, but there is no point in doing that anymore. I didn't know how to start this, I already wrote a few letters and threw them all away. So I figured I'll just be spontaneous and write whatever comes to my mind.
I want to tell you a few things that I am sure you know, even when you don't have anyone to remind you of them. First of all, you are loved by your family and friends and the universe, it doesn't matter if that one person you loved the most doesn't love you anymore, that lost love was once real, and that's more than many people ever had.
Second, I want to tell you how strong and brave you are, I know that right now you are swirling in the quick sand of a transitional grey state. I know how hard it is for you. I know that you wake up every day hoping that this will be the last day in this maze, and you wake up the next day just as broken as you were the day before, and it doesn't make you feel any better.
I know how you try to ignore the voice on the back of your heart, screaming at you to go back to who you were, I know how you swallow the cocktail of guilt and regret without a second thought.
But it's okay, my friend, it's more than okay.
Even heroes have bad days.
Even of those days seem to wait for you like a maniac series killer.

I just want to tell you that you're allowed to be yourself, you are allowed to reinvent yourself. You are allowed to love coffee now, you are allowed to cut your hair short and love it, start dressing up differently and read different books than the books you used to read.
You are allowed to discover yourself away from all the familiar images you have of yourself.
Don't let that wall-no matter how thick and tall- to stand in your way.
Don't let all these people trying to define you do so.
You are more beautiful than you know, and smarter than you think you are, just be careful with your heart. Be careful and be happy.

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