And kid, youβve got to love yourself. Youβve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. Youβve got to sit next to the man at the train station whoβs reading your favorite book and start a conversation. Youβve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then youβve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. Youβve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. Youβve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. Youβve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that wonβt matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. Youβve got to stop worrying about what youβre going to tell her when she finds out. Youβve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. Youβve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. Youβve got to love yourself.
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