dear younger me,
at (almost) 28, we're alive, but not so well
we're going through so much in these past years
carring a weight that should've never been ours
but that is, and there's nothing we can do about it
it's been a crazy year
everything you knew and trusted shifted
and sometimes you feel more alone then ever
sometimes i think i'm more alone then ever
sometimes, i'm sadder then ever too
and i cry by myself trying to make sense of everything i'm feeling
but nothing makes sense in this crazy mess i'm in
anyways, i'm bound to be happy for us
it's been a hell of a life, but we still made it
we're fighting for it
trying to be better
trying to get better
i'm not givin up on me,
but that's just because of you
who i was when i was you
your dreams
your hopes
i want to make you happy
i want to make you proud of who we turn out to be
and i hope i'm able to do it
i believe we didn't deserve all that happened to us
and i believe those things shouldn't define us
so i'm fighting for us to be more
and i hope i won't give up
happy birthday
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