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So you look at me with those dark pale eyes and whisper, "I'm already dead, my friend."

An auto-destructive and devastating feeling is telling me “you gotta help” and my momma taught to always be true to my ideals.

So I hold you tight as I reply: "in this world, there are people that wait years for the rain to fall on their countries; think about the stars and how they have to wait 'till midnight to appear and show how beautiful and stunning they are; think about the whales and how they need to go outside the water to breath or they'll die; think about the universe and how much things there are that we haven't discovered yet, maybe you'll find one of them one day; think of Anne Frank and how she wrote “despite of everything, I really think people are good at heart”; think about caterpillars, they have to wait months until they're able to be butterflies; think about the ants and how they keep collecting food even when they can't find anything. There is always hope."

You sob, "But I am dead... I am dead."

I look inside of your tired and tragic but pleasing eyes, "Those feelings... they will consume your thoughts and body, I assure you that. But listen to me, my dear, they're making you feel empty because you're letting them do so... As soon as you walk away from them, you'll be able to store a lot of wonderful things.

These feelings are burning the inside s of your bones and ripping off your skin but one day, I promise you, one day you're gonna wake up and find the ashes, you'll see that the scars are slowly mending and the pain is ceasing. That day can be today. But let me tell you one thing, your eyes– they are still opening every single damn morning with hopes and promises and they close at three am with tears and fear radiating of them; your hands are still writing those beautiful words that make others feel less alone but more understood; your hair keeps growing and shinning even when you cut it all off. I know that your thoughts are biting your insides like a fucking cancer, I know they're tearing apart every piece of your dignity but my darling, that proves one thing:

You are still alive."