You're still here y'know, under all the messy things. Under the stress , the anxiety, the sadness, you're still you. Come up for some air, there are bright sky's up here. You have to pull yourself up. I know you feel like you can't, but you can I know you can I believe in you.
-Pillow thoughts
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