❝Maybe sometimes we sling to the things that make us bleed because we'd rather feel the pain in the known than the peace in the unknown.❞

— M. M.

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We never know our worth unless it's stolen or it's just too late. Our heart was knowingly made breakable: to learn the best lessons of life. But it came with the cost of pain which burns so wildly that it may end our life. The whole purpose of going through the torture thus becomes useless. In order to survive a heartbreak people do many things. Some drink in the name of lost love, cry and curse the one they had hoped to spend their life with. Some try to keep themselves busy with work because "An empty mind is a devil's workshop." Some catch up with old or new friends and make sure they feel loved.

Everyone has different ways of healing. But I'm a poet. I write with my blood and tears and sweat to heal myself. Sometimes it doesn't work as planned and I wound myself more. However, after being through hell with him, nothing can be more painful. Not even writing about it. Writing is the only thing that makes me stronger because it doesn't hide the truth. In fact, it teaches me to live and grow with the past.

I've written the things I had promised myself never to share to a single soul. I've gone against my own rules and I don't know whether I should be proud or disappointed. But things turned out to be better this way. I realised that bottling up my emotions wasn't the best idea. Only if I would have been a bit wiser back then... only if I had known what love can do... But I don't regret any of it. I know, it's crazy that I forgave him (or, more precisely, forgave us) for everything, but I haven't forgotten. Oh, I remember every single thing as if it just happened a few moments ago.

I know he does too.

I have taught myself to remember and recover. Sure, it hurts but it works at the end. Mistakes are a major part of us. We would never get to where we are if it wasn't for our mistakes. I've learnt from mine and I'm still doing it. This book isn't written for someone who left me when I needed him the most. I won't waste my imagination, my words (no matter how bad they are) for someone like that. This book is for all the people out there who make me feel worthy of love.

To my mom and dad who saved me from further damage and opened my eyes when I was blind. Thank you.

To my sister who knew much more than I thought she did.

To my best friend, Griffin (sowhmiya), for being the first person to help me set my caged emotions free.

To all my readers without whom I wouldn't have had the courage to write any of this.

And to a special person TheDrenchedSoul who knows exactly why this book is dedicated to her. 

I started this book with an overwhelming feeling of sadness but I'll end it with joy. The universe is growing day by day, and so am I. Caged Emotions is no more caged. It's free. Free from sorrow, free from isolation, free from depression, free from anxieties... free from him.

I think I am finally clean.

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°SweetSimu°