How fragile are we, capable of so much more love than we can give. It is both a tragedy and blessing to feel everything so deeply. Let yourself feel. Let yourself love. Let yourself hurt. Because the only thing worse than feeling so much is feeling nothing. When you feel so numb that you take a blade to your wrists in a desperate attempt to feel feel alive. And you do. But when the moment passes and you’re lifeless, will anyone know that all you wanted was to live?
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