dear heart,
maybe you're not ready yet.
ready for the lies.
ready for the hurt.
ready for
"love".
oh my sweet darling,
love is when you are ready
to love yourself
because we may lie
to ourselves,
we may hurt ourselves
but the bravest thing we can do
is love ourselves
if we do that
we will find ourselves
being loved.
- sincerly,
your brain
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