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by aemaye

by aemaye

I just want everyone of you to know that I do not encourage or promote suicide. But I also can't say that it's just too easy to hold on, because I know it's not. I'm a victim of it, myself.

I want to start this book in order to remind you and I, both that it's okay to have these thoughts and remind you that you're not the one going through pain alone. There are several others who refuse to acknowledge their pain to someone else. It's so easy and yet hard to hide yourself, under that tough demeanour, yet how people manage to do it so perfectly.

Every chapter of this will remind you and I, that there is someone who loves you. Maybe not that easy to understand, but we love you. Every inch and piece OF you.

I want to spread the message of love and peace to everyone.

And here are my thoughts and cries out. I'm not an attention seeker. Alright?

This can also be our place, our book, where maybe we can support eachother and try to build each other up.

I love you all.
It's too dark, but I'm also there.
To hold and to help.
If I can.

Love,
Aima.