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Note to All Those Struggling


I don't owe you anything but my voice And you don't owe me anything but your time But please understand that if you are struggling in this life the trouble in your mind is no indication of weakness The weakness is the way you were raised in a society that only ever pressured you to be the best relative to everybody else And never the best relative to yourself Self love is something you are born with From your first taste of air to your first meal You are programmed to care for your own needs Self hate is something habitually patterned The way we steal our own primitive happiness is due to our own thoughts We are born with a clean slate A fresh plane of grass And as we begin to form our own sense of being in our minds neural pathways are fired and eventually they become ingrained The grass becomes flattened in a simple trail The same road you travel every time something goes wrong Self hate can be reverse You can plant new seeds to regrow the grass you've torn down Those neural pathways can be reconstructed to take you through a field that reassures you of your strength and beauty Because you are beautiful You have so much more warmth in you than you thought you did The cold you feel at night is only because you are a moon too far away from a star It is okay to cry It is okay to collapse Because if there's anything I took from science class it is that this world was not created by a god, it was created by an explosion of the universe And you carry the weight of a million stars So collide collapse destroy the parts that do not serve you You are a universe more beautiful than any It is okay to start again And when they tell you you cannot be loved until you learn to love yourself know this is not true Maybe now isn't the right time But just as a shooting star is rarely seen from the earth The most beautiful things in this universe must be given their own time For someone will love you for you As cliche as it sounds Your lovers stars will seep out into the empty space between your souls So that you too can See yourself As a universe Shinning brighter than any All I ask is you give yourself time Time to let the good come to you and let it radiate from your eyes onto others Because many of us know how it feels to want to crawl out of our own skin The most beautiful things in this universe must be given their own time It is okay to say no It is okay to care for yourself It is okay to ask for help It is no indication of weakness only true strength You are a universe more beautiful than any.
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Rachram711

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