Hey You, Stranger!

Hey You, Stranger!

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Sometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help is everywhere-you can see it even at the most impossible places. And I wrote this book with the hope of being heard by someone-at least someone-because when I feel like the only solution is to give up, I write what I feel down. And they say that there's a possibility that a random stranger out there knows how it feels. That's when I started not feeling like I pick every of my piece from the ground all by myself, because I know that someone out there can understand me. I don't have to carry it all alone, because someone is there to help me. You are there. And I want you to know that I am with you, too, through all the struggles that you face. We may not know each other, but I am here. I will listen. Hey you, stranger! Tell me what burdens you, for we might be facing the same challenges. We will win it together. 03.21.24
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