has anyone ever told you that
you deserve to be loved?
because you, you and all of your
comments and jokes and /lh
and you and your cardigans and
the books you tell me to read and
your poems and your advice and
the hugs you send me and all of you
you deserve to be loved.
how can't you see that?
i know you, and i know that you think
that your problems aren't important enough
or that you're making too big of a deal over it
and i know your smile and i know what you'd live for
and i know i know i know that you
hate yourself
but i can't imagine why
did you know that
you deserve to be more
than the things you create
and i know i've never seen you
but i know that you are lonely and
drowning in your efforts to stop being
so much
but you are loved and you are going
to do great things that will touch more souls
than the friends you found on the internet
and you are going to live to see the day when you
can accept a hug without a flinch or a whisper of
i don't deserve kindness (you do) and i'm here to tell you that
one day you won't need your private server anymore
( 3.22 )
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