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Heart:
𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧:

I can't hear them.
𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫.
Why don't they understand?
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.
What?
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝

Shut up brain. They're the good guys.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.
𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.
𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞.
𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞?

Stop it. They care.
Feel the warmth of their comfort.
Listen to the soothing words of comfort.
Embrace the love they shower you in.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠,
𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬,
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩!
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞!
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝟓!
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬!
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧!

That's not true.
They cherished us. Made us the best we can be.
He held us when we broke down.
She taught us to be independent.
They helped me be mature.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝?
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟
𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝?
 𝐖𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝?

You don't mean that.
They loved us.
Stop making useless excuses.
Just because you had to mature fast,
Doesn't mean you need to make me.

You had to grow up raising your sibings,
I didn't need to grow up.
I can still be that little kid that
you always wanted to be.
Don't get mad because you were
the one who had to leave their childhood
behind.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧
𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.
𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞
𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬.
𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝
𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

I. Just wanted to be happy. Is that so hard to ask for?
𝐈. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲. 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫?


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