Dearest Linda,
Its been so long. I haven't been able to breathe or pick up a pen. I miss the days where I could walk outside and stand tall. I miss the days when my heart was beating at a regular pace. I'm sorry I haven't written you back.
I'm still here. I'm still alive. Barely.
Please do not stop writing your letters. I need them. One day I'll get up. One day soon.
Bisou,
Lilou
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