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Were You Ever Actually Sorry?

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  Quote: "He showed his remorse on the dance floor."  Materials: Watercolors of red, blue, orange, and yellow, Black Ink, Ink Stamp Description: Watercolors of a variety of colors form the structures of people.  Open Letter: The Man Who Chose Dance I was hanging out with a friend whose boyfriend had just broken up with her. The situationship I had been in for several months had also fallen apart. We both needed a pity party. We both went out that Halloween weekend, eyes puffed from our tears. It was a great time.  As the night went on, we hit a moment of reflection. She told me she was sad because she knew he was alone with no one at home. It was at that moment I knew where my sorrow came from. It was the lack of remorse. The knowing that there wasn't a wasted moment on me.  It was Halloween weekend. I knew inside me that he wasn't spending it home alone. He was, without a doubt, partying. He was having fun. While he may have texted me saying he felt terrible ab...

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Welcome  Hello,  This is a collection of open letters to people in the past, present, and future. I never disclose who I am writing about, just the context in which they are placed. I also will write letters to concepts such as the inner child or myself. Please don't get caught up in the who, but read the why. Understand the pain and help continue to move forward with the healing process.  When I write this, I plan to release open letters dedicated to the pages in my art journal entitled "A Feeling of Life." Most of these pages are on TikTok with no context. However, expect changes and add-on materials here. All are meant to process the information and help keep me accountable, but if something resonates with you, please sit with it.  Kindest intentions,  Wren