15.10.12

You are so mean when you talk about yourself. You are wrong, change the voices in your head, make them like you instead. So complicated, look how big you'll make it, filled with so much hatred, such a tired game. It's enough, I've done all I can think of, chased down all my demons, I've seen you do same. Pretty, pretty, please, don't you ever, ever feel like your less than fuckin perfect? Pretty, pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel like your nothing, you're fuckin perfect to me.

I love you more than you will ever know.

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