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Write, bleed, and do not send.

I’ve never regretted not sending a letter. I mostly regret it when I do and feel that my words were worthless to someone I cared enough to write for. It feels like bleeding in front of someone and receiving no help. I’d rather bleed in silence.

Writing is not a so very easy task. You show your true colours on a piece of paper and this inanimate paper never fails you; living souls do. At least my feelings weren’t all over the floor to be stepped into. I keep deluding myself into believing that maybe because the other party did not know about my feelings, their hurtful acts might be justified. If they knew and they acted the same way, it would have destroyed me to the very core.

About Ola El-Wassify (44 Articles)
A word-nerd hearted person who is madly in love with English linguistics, literature, psychology, and cycling. Was raised in Cairo, physically speaking, but her heart belongs to different countries and cultures. Addicted to various kinds of music, such as Jazz, Pop, Metal, Rock, Country, Ray and Nubian music. Her soul is intertwined with dancing, Sufism, and typewriters. Writing is her passion! Poetry is her favorite, yet she gets absorbed into short-stories and novels as well. She believes we are all the sum of the books we read, the movies we watch, and the music we listen to, and that is why she loves writing. When you write and someone loves your words, you become an essential part of their memories.

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