These words live inside my mind, whispered to stars when loneliness and pain scream in the dark. I dry my tears, mumbling in darkness, eyes closed like it's the last time. Each tear, each dark wave - little stars strike my skin, blinding me with light. This book will help you get through. Remind yourself: storms make you ask for help. There's nothing wrong with asking. Every dried tear traces past failures before victory. Hold this book with care. Open it like opening your eyes to the other side.
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