My mother's child,
First know that I love you my sister, it hurts to see you this way. To see you make yourself so small, compromising yourself; becoming a shadow of the woman that I know you should be.
Settling for so much less than you are worthy of; to appease him....a man for whom nothing will ever be enough, who fails to realise that control and love cannot co-exist.
I find myself unable to talk to you. Unable to bear your brokenness, the death of the fire in your eyes.
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