Nobody had any idea how many nights you spent wondering what your real goal was here. How many mornings are you supposed to be your other start but then the attacks just came like waves crashing your soul? Stuck in the corner of your room when fear was taken over by something else? You could fight your battles alone, at night, in the morning, in the middle of the afternoon sun, before dark, after the moon had shown its beauty. At midnight, in the dark, in the silence, no one had any idea how you shed tears because you couldn't deal with people; how many people you left alone, or were so disingenuous with you? Wasn't he so honest with you? How many of them had you tucked behind the curtains? However, no one had any idea how always to fight your battles. However, and still, you choose to be okay. How do you do anything to survive? And stay here.
And I hope he never gets tired of standing still, although no one in the dark can tell. May you never tire of walking when there is no one to guide you. May you not waste resting from time to time so that when you return, you will be much better off than you were before.
To anyone who is continuously fighting, I believe in you. No one may do not have an idea of what you're going through, but think that all of those silent battles will be worth it one day.
You are loved. You are worthy. You always can.
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