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Dear Monster,
You're probably wondering why I'm writing this to you. For a long time, I wouldn't even acknowledge you exist. I was so afraid of you. It was easy in the daytime; surrounded by people, I could easily drown you out, but at night, alone, in the dark, you'd come creeping up to me, a montage of the days events flashing before my eyes, warped by your twisted and paranoid sensibilities.
I admit that you used to have quite the hold on me, but I'm growing stronger, aren't I? I can feel it. Where it used to take all my mental force to hold you at bay, I can now do with a simple thought. You're inventions and plots and worries are paper thin and get more and more ridiculous.
I bet you're seething in frustration as your machinations steadily lose power. I can hear your howl of rage as I easily laugh off your accusations. You'll never know where I've found this strength. You'll never understand, you poor twisted soul. Soon, you'll atrophy and fade away. I will have forgotten you.
To quote a well-loved heroine: You have no power over me.
Sincerely,
The Victor
You're probably wondering why I'm writing this to you. For a long time, I wouldn't even acknowledge you exist. I was so afraid of you. It was easy in the daytime; surrounded by people, I could easily drown you out, but at night, alone, in the dark, you'd come creeping up to me, a montage of the days events flashing before my eyes, warped by your twisted and paranoid sensibilities.
I admit that you used to have quite the hold on me, but I'm growing stronger, aren't I? I can feel it. Where it used to take all my mental force to hold you at bay, I can now do with a simple thought. You're inventions and plots and worries are paper thin and get more and more ridiculous.
I bet you're seething in frustration as your machinations steadily lose power. I can hear your howl of rage as I easily laugh off your accusations. You'll never know where I've found this strength. You'll never understand, you poor twisted soul. Soon, you'll atrophy and fade away. I will have forgotten you.
To quote a well-loved heroine: You have no power over me.
Sincerely,
The Victor
For #Letters-To-Myself's cpntest: Letters to...a monster.
I took it a bit figuratively and wrote to an inner monster.
Hope you like it!
I took it a bit figuratively and wrote to an inner monster.
Hope you like it!
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This is wonderful, darling! I love it!