Dear Divine Intervention,
Teach him
not to invade other people’s affairs, outburst when things are not going his
way, and cage up people’s wishes—through his dominance and influence—due to his
selfishness and greediness in fortune and limelight.
A quarter,
or even the tiniest part of his opulence is never my need nor desire; sympathy
to his victims is the wood to the fire I’ve been trying to fuel for over a
semester. A fire that warns me whenever I had to fight. This time, this same
flame I will thrust against him; for I have been challenged by this bitter and
frustrated man.
He’s a man
of DESPERATION, and I once pitied him because he always talks about bitterness,
not until I was disenchanted by his soft façade, realizing the fact that he’s
exploiting his merciful features for the society to sympathize his life.
Always
remind yourself that just like everybody else, you are also human. Like you
that is trying to copy the rest of who we are, you will, someday, CRUMBLE.
Sincerely,
The girl you played fire with
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