Dear self,
I apologize for the way I treat you. For the claws I put in place of your fingernails. And the labels I ink into your pale skin. I regret the lies I let bang in your skull.
Know that you are capable of great things and that even though it always feels as if the world will bury you six feet under ground, you possess the strength to resist.
Your words matter. They hold so much weight, too much in fact. Just like your genuine grins or your little jokes lacking in sense.
You are far from perfect porcelain, but don't let the bricks from this narcissistic world weigh down on your head enough for your breath to escape your exhausted lungs and never return.
Survive. It's worth it. I promise.
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A/N: A weird one sorry. It also lacks good description. Oops. Anyway, thanks for 1.5k reads. My writing is very flawed but it's nice to know people continue to read it. :)
