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Sunday, 3rd May, 2026 Somewhere in my thoughts I don’t know if it’s a good idea to bleed on this paper, but I think I have to. It might be the only way of letting go. Today, on this Sunday, I have decided to choose myself. In some situations, all we can do is step back. Why is it that every time I open up, I end up being hurt? This time I met him and thought, no… maybe this time will be different. Maybe he will never hurt me. But here I am — on the floor, crying, unable to breathe, trying to imagine a life without him and failing. I never thought choosing myself would hurt this much. — Letters by Wanjiru 🌷
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May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:48 PM UTC
A letter to all the broken parts of me
Sunday, 3rd May, 2026 Somewhere in my thoughts I don’t know if it’s a good idea to bleed on this paper, but I think I have to. It might be the only way of letting go. Today, on this Sunday, I have decided to choose myself. In some situations, all we can do is step back. Why is it that every time I open up, I end up being hurt? This time I met him and thought, no… maybe this time will be different. Maybe he will never hurt me. But here I am — on the floor, crying, unable to breathe, trying to imagine a life without him and failing. I never thought choosing myself would hurt this much. — Letters by Wanjiru 🌷
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19/F/Kenya
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:48 PM UTC
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