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Hello, hello, all my lovely, wonderful flowers! It's Rea here! And let me just say thank you so much for choosing to open this book full of words from me to you <3

This book kind of started on a whim, as a way for me to share what I have experienced and learned through my own journey in hopes of inspiring others desperately in need of a little inspiration.

So many people are really struggling, people who live next door, and people all the way around the world. These are real issues, real things, real people with real pain. And I've chosen to lift my voice about it.

Someone has to do something.

Some of you may know that this book was originally published on my old account, @ReaBlooms113, and you may know that that account was deleted by Wattpad in some odd and very frustrating mistake. For some reason, they thought I was underage when I really am not.

Anyways, many of you were big fans of this work, so I decided to republish it, unedited, because it's special and beautiful just the way it is <3 I appreciated all the wonderful comments and PMs in which you all told me just how much these words meant to you <333

When my account was deleted, I was incredibly devastated. You all understand how hard it is to grow a profile on here, to get those reads and votes and follows, and it's so hard to lose it all in one mistake, especially when you know you did nothing wrong. Of course, I tried to work with Wattpad to fix it, but I think we all know how THAT turned out...

But, it's alright. I started from square 1. My mental health wasn't in a great place. I struggled to battle the discouragement, but I have to keep reminding myself, reminding myself of why I write.

I'm not writing to become 'popular'. I'm not writing so that people will love me. I'm not writing for fame or status. I use an alias for a reason. (If you didn't know, Rea Blooms is not my real name ;)

No, I write for the few people, even the one person who messages me and says how much my words mean to them. I ask readers to tag only so that those who need it can hear it. Whether you vote, whether you comment, whether you follow, I couldn't care less. I love it when you do. I love to know that I'm making a difference, but even if it's merely one pained and broken soul... That is more than enough <3

So, I hope you know that I write for you. Yes, YOU! The one reading these words and wishing I'd get on and done with this long author's note. And knowing that someone feels lifted, that someone has chosen to stay alive, that someone is inspired to make a difference of their own, that God is using me to further his kingdom of love and belonging... that is all the affirmation I could ever need.

Fortunately, ALMOST all of my poems were saved elsewhere, so I did not lose much actual writing when my account was deleted; therefore, many of these first poems are just the same as they always were.

Let me remind you that I am far from perfect. I fight through tough days, battles, and wars of my own. I've been through a lot, just like everyone has. Many of you have seen me at my best and stuck with me at my worst. But, I can claim that I'm a fighter, a dreamer, an achiever, a perseverer, and while I'm not a healer, I am healing, and these words are my human form of a remedy.

It's not a step by step guide to perfection. Throughout this book, I have tried to restate that there's no way to eliminate all pain from your life. We simply have to keep fighting, be strong through it, and if we can do that, then we have reason to be incredibly proud.

This is the truth: No matter what I write on these pages, I cannot take your pain away. I am not God, and I don't claim to be. I'm just a messenger, bringing my hope and love to every single soul I can reach, those that need a little hope, a little spirit, a spark to their flame. Because it only takes a spark to set the world ablaze.

You may never see my face. You may never know my name. And I may never set foot in the spotlight. But remember, dear reader, this isn't about me, and it is for that reason... that I'm not giving up. I firmly believe that everyone has a purpose, a power to be a force for change. It doesn't matter who we are, where we come from. It will always be the heart that counts.

<3 Rea

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