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We all fall, and yes we have our own legs that help us stand back up, they're just tired. My feet hurt from standing too long and my legs hurt from falling too much. it's hopeless. Right? He showed me I was wrong.... stubborn as I am he gave me his hand to help me back up. Cuz yea, maybe I do have my own legs but we all need that extra support to make it all the more easier.
(this is obvi a metaphor for when things get bad I fall and I try to get over it or cope or just make sure I don't do anything bad to myself, is getting back up. like I said it gets tiring always getting back up cause I'll always fall again. but he makes it all the more easier to get back up mentally and physically)
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