"ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴꜱ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɢʀɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ꜰʀᴇᴇꜱ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴꜱ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀɪɴ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴡɪɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴠᴀꜱᴛ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪꜱᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴀꜱᴛ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴀꜱᴛ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇꜱ ꜰᴀᴅᴇ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰʀᴀʏᴇᴅ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴄᴀʏ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ꜱᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰᴀᴅᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ"

IGNORE THE REST

...IGNORE THE REST ...

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I know that you think you're heartless, that you believe you've lost the ability to feel. But I want you to know that I see the truth. I see the way you care for others, the way you worry about their well-being, and the way you put their needs before your own.

You may think that you're just going through the motions, that you're just pretending to be a good person. But I know that's not true. I know that you have a heart, a heart that's been broken and bruised, but a heart nonetheless.

Your past has left its scars, and I know that it's hard for you to trust others, to let them in. But I want you to know that I'm here for you, that I see you, and that I care.

You overthink everything, Xavier. You analyze every situation, every conversation, every glance. You worry about what others think of you, about how you're coming across. But I want you to know that it's okay to stop thinking for a minute. It's okay to just be.

You don't have to be strong all the time, Xavier. You don't have to put on a brave face, to pretend that everything is okay when it's not. You can be vulnerable, you can be weak, and you can be honest.

I know that it's hard for you to accept, but you are loved, Xavier. You are worthy of love, of care, of compassion. You don't have to earn it, you don't have to prove yourself. You just have to be.

And, being rude it alright. Don't give a shit about what other think.

•𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲•

•𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦•

your mind is a maze of what-ifs and maybes

a never-ending cycle of thoughts that plague

the ghosts of your past, they whisper your name

reminding you of the scars that still remain

you were a child, lost and alone

forced to grow up, before your time was known

the weight of the world, it crushed your soul

leaving you with wounds, that still haven't healed whole

but still you rise, with a strength that's admirable

a mask that hides the pain, the tears that fall like rain

you pretend to be fine, when you're dying inside

afraid to let others see, the cracks that you can't hide

you think you're the problem, the one to blame

that if you were different, your life would be less of a shame

but what if I told you, that's not true?

that your worth isn't defined, by the things you've been through?

you are more than your past, more than your pain

more than the voices, that whisper you're to blame

you are strong, but it's okay to be weak

to let others in, to let yourself speak

so let the walls down, let the tears fall like rain

let yourself be seen, let yourself be loved, let yourself be saved

you don't have to be the strong one, all the time

it's okay to be vulnerable, to let your heart align.

Sooo....i want you to know that I see you. I see the kindness in your heart, the care in your eyes, and the generosity in your soul. I see the way you put others before yourself, always willing to lend a listening ear, a helping hand, or a comforting word.

But I also see the pain you carry. The pain of being betrayed by those you trusted, of being hurt by those you loved. I see the weight of your own happiness, sacrificed on the altar of others' joy. I see the way you overthink, the way you analyze every situation,everything in short, always wondering what you could have done differently.

And I see the way you hide your own hurt, the way you swallow your own tears, the way you put on a brave face, all so that those around you won't be sad. You're like a guardian angel, watching over those you love, always ready to absorb their pain, to take on their burdens, but we're here for you too, we've got you....

But here's the thing: you can't pour from an empty cup. You can't keep giving and giving and giving, without ever taking a moment to refill, to recharge.....

I want you to know that it's okay to put yourself first sometimes. It's okay to take a step back, to breathe, to prioritize your own needs. It's okay to say no, to set boundaries, to protect yourself from those who would seek to hurt you.

And I want you to know that you're not alone. There are people who see you, who appreciate you, who value you. There are people who will stand by you, who will support you, who will love you for who you are:))

So please, Arnel, take care of yourself. Take care of your heart, your mind, your soul. Remember that you are worthy of love, of care, of happiness. Remember that you are enough, and yes you are;)

•𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐥•

•𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦•

You wear a mask of calm and peace

A façade that hides the turmoil's release

You say you're fine, but your eyes betray

The weight of the world, the pain you can't convey

Your mind is a maze of thoughts that roam

A never-ending cycle of worries, fears, and home

You overthink, you analyze, you replay

The what-ifs and maybes, night and day

But despite the pain, despite the strife

You'd sacrifice your own heart, your own life

For the ones you love, for the ones you hold dear

You'd ruin yourself, to keep them from tears

You're a guardian, a protector, a shield

A safe haven for those who need to be healed

But who heals the healer? Who saves the savior?

Who catches the tears, when the strong one is a raver?

Your love is a flame, that burns bright and true

A beacon in the darkness, a guiding light for you

But don't forget, dear one, to tend to your own fire

To nourish your own soul, to let yourself desire

To be seen, to be heard, to be loved and to be known

To be vulnerable, to be weak, to be human, to be shown

That it's okay to not be okay, to not be fine

To break, to shatter, to let the pieces align.