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# Throughout the years, you have made pictures of yourself available for us to see and through a number of them-- have shown unedited,  a clear and horrendously honest view,  directly into your deeply-struggling soul--   and even if you may had just days   or hours,  previously conveyed a look of almost carefree    happiness and beauty..   Those chosen few  that graciously gave the glimpse  of how bad it can so often be for you,   also.. unbeknownst to you,      gave light of how tremendously valuable and rare you really are. And like a dyed-in-the-wool stalker,   I saved screenshots of the ones  that moved me to tears years later.. and they still affect me that way and in fairness, some the ones  also to where you were truly glowing   in all  of your natural beauty..   on the ying' side   of the bipolar swing. You are rare and unique.. so very very one of a kind, *(and I have every right throughout the years to say that to you here and now)* --that there is a  worth  within every single part of it all that is wholly beyond measure-- *you can feel it sometimes, little beauty I know there is no way that you cannot.* One day  the ravens will no longer be able to steal that wholly accurate, beautiful self-view so easily from you, ..and you will be able to live that wonderfully-accurate view out,  daily-- having now found it's way down in to your very, central core.. .  .  .   Sorry, young love.. I know how much  a beautiful truth such as this, hurts. You reveal so much of who you are through the raw innerworkings  and conveyances of your poetry and music. You would not be that so very beautiful way, if you did not believe that Love would eventually find a way..   yes, beauty..  even for you. #
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Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 10:11 AM UTC
the art of love
# Throughout the years, you have made pictures of yourself available for us to see and through a number of them-- have shown unedited,  a clear and horrendously honest view,  directly into your deeply-struggling soul--   and even if you may had just days   or hours,  previously conveyed a look of almost carefree    happiness and beauty..   Those chosen few  that graciously gave the glimpse  of how bad it can so often be for you,   also.. unbeknownst to you,      gave light of how tremendously valuable and rare you really are. And like a dyed-in-the-wool stalker,   I saved screenshots of the ones  that moved me to tears years later.. and they still affect me that way and in fairness, some the ones  also to where you were truly glowing   in all  of your natural beauty..   on the ying' side   of the bipolar swing. You are rare and unique.. so very very one of a kind, *(and I have every right throughout the years to say that to you here and now)* --that there is a  worth  within every single part of it all that is wholly beyond measure-- *you can feel it sometimes, little beauty I know there is no way that you cannot.* One day  the ravens will no longer be able to steal that wholly accurate, beautiful self-view so easily from you, ..and you will be able to live that wonderfully-accurate view out,  daily-- having now found it's way down in to your very, central core.. .  .  .   Sorry, young love.. I know how much  a beautiful truth such as this, hurts. You reveal so much of who you are through the raw innerworkings  and conveyances of your poetry and music. You would not be that so very beautiful way, if you did not believe that Love would eventually find a way..   yes, beauty..  even for you. #
you will not die.. but instead will live. <3
#love#support#truth#healing#trauma#hope#redemption#eternity
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Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 10:11 AM UTC
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