It's Only You

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Don’t beat yourself too hard.
It’s okay.
You’re doing good…
just the way you are.

You’ve endured a great deal.
You’ve come a long way
from where you once started.

Oh come on!!
you’ve at least tried.
You didn’t just stay put,
rot away,
and fade into nothing someday.

You haven’t harmed another human.
You’ve never held such a thought.
You never would.

You did great.
It’s okay to forgive yourself too.
It happens.
It’s normal.
That’s okay.
That’s life.

Have you ever felt you’re not enough?
Just… not good enough?
Looked at yourself in the mirror,
staring back with dropped shoulders,
sunken eyes,
and a half-faded smile?

Well, hear me out now.
Look up.
Yes,
you, look up.
Look at me, straight in the eyes
as I spill the beans
and blurt out a harsh truth…
your truth.

This person staring
back at you from the mirror,

this person,
this version of you…

Whether you like or dislike what you see,
this is someone who has stood by you
through every season.
Basked in the glow of your good days,
buckled under the heat of the bad ones.

This…
this person is all you have
till the very end.

Trust me !
The only one.
And…
she loves you.

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