Make no mistake about her misconceptions. My dear you must burry the hatchet you constantly flung towards others heart for the strength of your abilities. I promise you this one is for you. Hoping it finds you well no ill harm must invade the mass destruction you’ve lingered to others. A lethal boomerang slipped by lips released in gratitude for the sake of what you’ve chose to make out of your own demons. We must learn the terms of raw happiness for other’s accomplishments. Silent diminished on each other’s success lies on empty promises kept for your better self. Shaking the hands that slither beneath the surface are to come wrapped around the necks gasping for everything. Never to turn the smile upside down seeing the shattered pieces of the scorned. Laying down with the other sides of dismay. Your faith soon to be disposed by another’s solid praise.