Dear Josephine,
It's me again. Only this time, you will actually recieve this letter. If you're looking for me, using this address, you will have no success. I am sorry to tell you that. Do not try to follow the boy who brings you this, either. He will have no answers, and he is an innocent, in my schemes.
You made me realize quite a lot, do you realize?
They say that when poison enters the heart, it is a sign of death. And yet, when love enters the heart, it is treated as a great thing. That poison is a terrible thing, over love...love itself is a poison. It infects our minds, our hearts, our souls. It has been fed to us since childhood, that poison we call love. Love, in the purest sense of the word, is a poison. Your love, the love I like to pretend you felt for me, was poison. The love I felt for you was poison. I am not sure how it might have harmed you, after all, it was just some silly fling. Can you imagine that, Josephine? Love akin to poison..a love that burns the skin, ruins the eyes. That is the only kind of love I have ever felt for you. A dangerous, deadly kind. 553Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe9RiuwhL5Q
Now, I have no love for you at all. There is nothing left in my barren wasteland of a heart that could be described as love, let alone love for you. You have no place in my heart, my brain. Thoughts of you, you, they no longer poison my brain, my thoughts. You have left our corner of the universe, and with that, you have left me. I should not think that you would wish to return. After all, why would you, the society girl I have not believed you to be, come back to a world of murders, and thieves.
You, Josephine Densmore, are a fucking gem. A bloody pearl, if I do say so. One could never keep you among the likes of my kind, you shine too brightly. You would be out of place, in this world. You barely belong on this Earth, you belong among the stars. You shine just as brightly as the brightest damn star in this galaxy, and it would remain unclear to me as to why you feel as though you should come back. You shouldn't, as it pains me to say.
I let you burn me, poison me with your love that I believed was true. I should not have, that was a weakness. You were my weakness, and I am ashamed to say that. You, Josephine Densmore, drew me in, with your lies and tales and your false love. You poisoned me. I let you. I will not let you anymore.
This is goodbye, for now until eternity. This letter will be the last that you hear from me, personally. You believed me to have goodness in my heart, you believed I could be good, if you were in my life. I never was good. I only hid from you how twisted this life is, how malicious. Now that you are out of my world, I can say I never was good. No amount of you, and your hopes, your beliefs, could ever change that. You were poison, and yet you believed I was good. You, you all by yourself, you were a contradiction.
Sincerely,
Irene Kelly.
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