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𓆨 my dear sibsib,

my sun, my moon, my love, my muse, I can't lose you. If you go, I'll go. my world, my soul, I can't lose you.

close your eyes, feel the breeze dancing in your hair, kissing your eyelids that hide your teary eyes. tell me about the things you are willing to sacrifice to get rid of the voices in your head. tell me, are you ready to sell your soul just to be wanted for one second? even for the smallest bit, the blink of an eye, just feeling that you are worthy and appreciated? do you want to be wanted without having to work for it, without needing to give anything back? do you want to be loved regardless of the hound that sleeps in your chest? are you tired of pretending you dont want this? are you tired of being the last one on the list, the doomed one, the unsaved one? do you even believe the words that caress your ears, telling you you're loved? do you ever believe you're wanted? but my dear, it is never hard to stick to you. you're easy to love and cherish, you're entertaining, and there is no need to make yourself smaller. let loose, try to dodge your thoughts even though i know it sounds impossible. i want you to know that you can be loved. it's not hard. it's not time consuming. it's easy, you're lovely, and your people all love you. and all these just made me think of "is it our time that's hollow or is it my chest?" and my dear i think you're carrying too much. it doesnt make you a bad person, you are not a bad person for being in pain and despair. you're lovable just the way you are, and i dont mind saying it until you finally that you are capable of being a muse.