I hope that you get lost in sunsets and lay on your floor listening to music like you did in high school. I hope you let yourself cry when things hurt and laugh until your ribs ache. I want you to remember that every breath you take is a small miracle. It’s your body saying I’m still here. I hope you remember that pain doesn’t last forever. Sometimes things work out but sometimes they don’t and that is its own kind of beautiful too.
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