Isn't it odd? This feeling of amusement and gratefulness that swallow us whole and leave us with no words besides 'thank you'. I suppose it is good and bad at the same time; bad for not knowing how to put in words such a delightful gratitude, and good because we have felt it. We feel it, and feeling it is more important. I suppose that we writers have a difficult relationship with words and expressing ourselves through them. A simple 'thank you' doesn't seem enough, yet it seems that every other word of gratitude doesn't fit quite well, so let me tell you: thank you, I feel grateful.
I truly feel.
I feel.
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Your words felt like a punch in my stomach, leaving its note "you should have read it before all those bloody thoughts, you stupid." I know it'd make me feel better, or at least make me forget these thoughts and not running to the bathroom door which is ever closed to myself, but I insist in it to open up quickly for me to drown inside myself in hours of nothingness and waiting for the healing to happen, but it never does, doesn't it?
Girl, I love you. It's hard for me to say it,I suppose you might know, but I've already said it before.
You made my eyes get watered with yours words. I wish I could just hug you right now and don't ever let you go.
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