To the person who made me feel alive,
I was a mess, a person who was waiting for the death reaper to take her life in her sleep without feeling any pain, a rose full of thorns that can make you bleed with one touch, a ticking bomb that could explode any moment—and then you came. Some people assumed that the person who took my heart was the one who painted my life with colors, but they were mistaken. The truth is, you were actually the angel I saw amidst the daisies in the vast garden inside my dreams, who told me how important it is to live my life freely. You were the naive little girl who chose to prick her own fingers just to hold me. The one who defused me, who stopped me from self-destructing. You play the biggest role in my life, without you, I would have probably gave my life to the reaper long ago, so thank you. Your mere existence makes me feel more alive than I actually am, thank you for being my friend.
Sincerely,
Seah.
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