In the end, you've got to be your own hero, because everybody's busy trying to save themselves.

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Whatever your pit looks like, don’t stay in it. Don’t let the depth nor it’s darkness deceive you into believing you belong there. You do not belong there. You never belonged there. You got stuck and you got hurt and you stopped dreaming. You stopped hoping that life could be more than the lies, the hate, and the fear that kept you chained in this pit. In this hellhole that reeks of despair.

Sweetheart, you don’t belong in the darkness. You don’t deserve to walk around in your skin feeling unsafe and unloved and unseen. It is not your fate to spend everyday feeling broken and lonely and inadequate. You were not born to live each day as an apology to the world for being alive.

You are here, and you are important, and you are needed. I hope everyday from today you wake up knowing and feeling that you matter so much. So much more than any words I could weave together could ever explain.

You are radiant and wonderful and precious. And there will times when you don’t believe that, but I pray that those times will be few and far between. Even more I hope that when those moments come you will speak into the void “I am alive, and I will live my life well. I will enjoy the present moment as it is, and make the most of my time. I will not allow anything or anyone to dampen my spirit or dim my light. I will rise from every fall and keep going.”

The pit is not your home. It is not where you belong. Even if you have to crawl out that’s okay. You just have to leave it, and find the light again. You have to try again. You have to fight again. You have to choose life again.

You belong here. Your story is still being written. This pit is not the end of you, it does not get to claim you. Today you can rise again and day by day you can learn how to breathe, and what it means to come alive.

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" Sometimes we just have to cut off the dead branches in our life. Sometimes that’s the only way we can keep the tree alive. It’s hard and it hurts, but it’s what’s best. "
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The end was so long; I could
feel your fingers ungrasping
me joint by joint. You let go
of me slowly by allowing me
to slip through your cracks.

The end was so short; I woke
up with everything clear and
I clipped you off in a single
conversation. We ended in
a few short words.

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