Dear, precious younger self,
I know that you can't really see it and that it's hard for you to accept. I know that the storm clouds obscure the sun and bring this muddled haze of doubt.
I know that there are times when you feel that it's all too much.
Or that all that they tell you isn't real.
But it is.
You are incredible. You really are.
You are not damaged, or broken, just human.
You are perfect, sweet boy, just the way you are.
So dance on. Sing on. Drink, experiment, screw, DREAM ON.
Keep believing. Keep living. Put the demons on mute.
You truly deserve it.
You deserve to feel loved, lusted after, appreciated, happy.
Realize it. Know it. Embrace it.
Know that you can beat the darkness. You, and only you, can shape your own future.
Trust yourself, trust your loved ones. Love yourself.
I love you.
I am proud of you.
I envy you.
I so want you to keep on shining.
Choose the light, lovely boy. Choose it now, when it's within reach and calling for you to bask in it.
Choose to live, while life offers you the world.
Choose to be, now,
before it is too late.
Hoping not to see you on the other side,
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