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It seems like an eternity since we last met my friend. How are you? How has the world been treating you?

I've seem to lost track of you for a while now, and a little of myself along the way. I'm sorry about that. Can
you forgive me?

I have been neglecting you, been running from you, been hiding from the joy you always bring me. It's nothing
you have done, it's just been me, always me.

I wish I had sought you out a while back, when things were very rough, very hard to deal with. But I hid from
you. I hid because I was afraid to hope, not just in you, but in the things around me, the people around me.

I have lost a lot of that hope now; the hope to trust in one's, the hope to trust in me. It has been a struggle
to find the strength I need to hope again. And yes, I know.. I do sound like Prof. X right now, but maybe I need
to. Maybe I need to sound more like those whom I admire, those who make up my personality. Maybe I need to
start sounding like me, instead of what my pain sounds like. Maybe I need to stop forcing myself to be like "this"
or "that", and learn how to be "me" again.

But really, I don't know. Talk is all well and good, but without action behind it to back it up, all it is is just "pretty
words" to the ear, but not to the mind, body, and soul as a whole. "It takes time" they say, "you have to wait"
they say, "stop overreacting" they say, "this will pass" they claim. That is all well and good, but they have no idea
what "this" is, or how it affects me. ME, not them.. ME.. "It's so easy to tell someone how to be, but so much harder
to listen to what their problems truly are to help them" I tell them. "It's easier to put on a face, rather than show
the cracks and scars that lay underneath" I say. "It's easier to think of ending it all to spare yourself the pain, rather
than it is to find reasons to keep it all going" I whisper.

But that's why I came to you. You understand how that pain feels. You understand what it's like to feel like this
every single day. You understand why my words only make sense to me at times. You understand me better than
most people who have watched me grow, and struggle. You understand the hurt that wells up within me, that can't
always escape.

You understand how to let it out. You understand how to express what I cannot. You know how to show me it's okay
to feel this way, because it's not my fault I'm like this. You know what I can do. You know how to bring the best of
my words out of me. Only you..

So, with all that said, let's get started shall we? I have a pen in my ear, and paper in my hand. Let's see where it goes,
my friend..

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It seems like an eternity since we last met my friend. How are you? How has the world been treating you?

I've seem to lost track of you for a while now, and a little of myself along the way. I'm sorry about that. Can
you forgive me?

I have been neglecting you, been running from you, been hiding from the joy you always bring me. It's nothing
you have done, it's just been me, always me.

I wish I had sought you out a while back, when things were very rough, very hard to deal with. But I hid from
you. I hid because I was afraid to hope, not just in you, but in the things around me, the people around me.

I have lost a lot of that hope now; the hope to trust in one's, the hope to trust in me. It has been a struggle
to find the strength I need to hope again. And yes, I know.. I do sound like Prof. X right now, but maybe I need
to. Maybe I need to sound more like those whom I admire, those who make up my personality. Maybe I need to
start sounding like me, instead of what my pain sounds like. Maybe I need to stop forcing myself to be like "this"
or "that", and learn how to be "me" again.

But really, I don't know. Talk is all well and good, but without action behind it to back it up, all it is is just "pretty
words" to the ear, but not to the mind, body, and soul as a whole. "It takes time" they say, "you have to wait"
they say, "stop overreacting" they say, "this will pass" they claim. That is all well and good, but they have no idea
what "this" is, or how it affects me. ME, not them.. ME.. "It's so easy to tell someone how to be, but so much harder
to listen to what their problems truly are to help them" I tell them. "It's easier to put on a face, rather than show
the cracks and scars that lay underneath" I say. "It's easier to think of ending it all to spare yourself the pain, rather
than it is to find reasons to keep it all going" I whisper.

But that's why I came to you. You understand how that pain feels. You understand what it's like to feel like this
every single day. You understand why my words only make sense to me at times. You understand me better than
most people who have watched me grow, and struggle. You understand the hurt that wells up within me, that can't
always escape.

You understand how to let it out. You understand how to express what I cannot. You know how to show me it's okay
to feel this way, because it's not my fault I'm like this. You know what I can do. You know how to bring the best of
my words out of me. Only you..

So, with all that said, let's get started shall we? I have a pen in my ear, and paper in my hand. Let's see where it goes,
my friend..