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Stop looking. Stop asking questions. Stop trying.

You don’t understand what you’re doing.
Forget you saw it.
Forget me.

It’s the kind of letter you find and instantly feel like you weren’t supposed to. Like something terrible is about to unfold, and the first domino was you.

But it’s too late now.

I wrote it down so I could let it go,
— Elsie Thorne