You were good to everyone else but never towards yourself. Maybe you thought you weren't good enough. Maybe you thought that all you can feel is pain and sadness. Maybe it was your broken memories that kept you up all night.
To every time you thought you didn't have the right to love yourself, I forgive you.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
You were good to everyone else but never towards yourself. Maybe you thought you weren't good enough. Maybe you thought that all you can feel is pain and sadness. Maybe it was your broken memories that kept you up all night.
To every time you thought you didn't have the right to love yourself, I forgive you.
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