Dear Self
You've disappointed me for the last time. You've made unnecessary problems for me that go from bad to worse. You've made me be alone, to do everything by myself, thinking no one could help. You've made me feel like I had a disease my entire life, an emotional cancer that never ceases to grow.
I cut you out of me.
I release you.
I cure you.
I kill you.......and you......become me.
Sincerely,
The New You
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