Moving slowly down a warmth floods your soul. Your crying.. yet the tears are warm and joyful. Why are you crying my dear.. you are loved. Yet now you feel it recognized.. who knew how simple a jumbled up sentence of words could make one break down..
You are loved, you are seen, you are heard...
I'm proud of you
Proud of you for what? Living?! Yes, I'm proud of you for living. Because living is hard and you deserve to know that someone feels proud of you. For getting out of bed, for waking up, for moving, for being here for just one more second.
I'm proud of you for living.
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Art and short stories
FanfictionYeah, just some art land scape and sharp staby things mostly and short stories from other Fandoms as well as Original works I've made enjoy!
