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    a letter to myself

    living is an exhausting thing. waking up to the same face and the same body and the same mind is something that can only be endured for so long before you beg for change. you are made of love and it hurts like you are the only one it can truly exist within. but love surrounds you and you are blind to it. can you not see the way the leaves kiss the ground, a gentle hello after months out of reach? or how the bird can recgonize her lover's call from so far away? or how those people you always wonder about were worried sick, almost as sick as your mind was? or the way he looks at you? he lets you see, you just choose to remain oblivious because it is easier than accepting the truth that you are not the only lover in the universe. it lives within you, yes, but it also flows within every pulse, every breath of the world around you. i beg you to open your eyes, look into your own in the mirror and accept yourself as you are. look at the boy that cares about you and the friends that would kill for you and i dare you to tell me again that you are an unloveable person. by pure nature, it is impossible that you are.

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