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i got so good at pretending to be okay, i was almost convinced that i was.

I say every day, “It will be alright.” At this point, I’m not even sure if that is true. But if I stopped telling myself that, I don’t know how I would survive.

You’re important to me. I think if there’s anything that will last forever, it’s that. Whether we separate, stay in touch or rarely speak again, you will always be that little someone I really do care for, that I would sacrifice everything for to protect and keep safe.

Love more. Care more. We may enjoy physical things, but they don’t satisfy the soul quite like love and care does.

You are under no obligation to be the same person you were a year, month, or even 15 minutes ago. You have the right to grow. No apologies.

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