Child self
To my child self, Im sorry, for all the times you died for all the times you cried. Inside, when the world make you vied, you just cry and hide. All the lonely battles you fought, and when you feel you have been caught. Little soul, for all that's left and gone, every wound that's known by none. Know that you are loved, by someone.
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