How do I reach you? My heart cries out. Your pain burns at my heart, torturing my soul for your sake. Why do you view yourself in such a twisted accursed mirror? True beauty, friendship, and love lie in imperfection and the acceptance of our own and each other’s. How could I have led you to believe what I have? Allowing my pride to be formed into a weapon towards your destruction. I never meant to do less than encourage, adore, love you.

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