A letter to my past self
Dear Past Self,
Can you comprehend
the love others
have for you?
You constantly fret
your words
and actions,
aren't enough (they are)
You should really learn
to let things go.
Those endless nights
of torment,
eating
you
alive
just aren't worth it.
But,
I guess we have to
thank those restless nights.
For now we understand.
Those never-ending nights
made
us
stronger.
Because,
without hurt,
we don't know
relief
sadness
pain.
But most importantly,
we wouldn't know
true happiness.
With love,
Your future self.
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