Don’t let them become like me.

A letter to you all.

Ngang God'swill N.
Feb 7 · 4 min read

Hello you,

You may not have known or realized this, but remember all those times I couldn’t speak, that I shut the door and hid from you? Rember that I blocked you and rejected your calls. Do you remember all the days I couldn’t smile, when my voice was a shameful whisper?
I was begging you to save me.
I was begging you to read me, to reach me.

Because I am even more hurt and broken than this world.

Somehow, in all this blackness, this journey of pain, abandonment, betrayal, and brokenness, you expect me to be something I’m not. Caring, sensitive, respectful; YOU LIE!

Don’t let them become like me; let them be better.

Ngang God'swill N. ©2020

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Ngang God'swill N.

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