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Live, My Little Girl!

Hey, you, my little girl!
Yes, you!
Tired of the world and its ugly truths, fake characters, poisonous smiles.
Exhausted from trying too hard,
Living unwanted life,
loving unrealized, unreturned,
Caring for people who never cared for you,
Crying whole night to forget someone who ditched you years back,
Missing everyone who never stayed but left.
My little sweet girl,
I know you are hurt,
Too hurt to describe in words,
And I know this loneliness is killing you inside,
I understand your struggle when you smile half-heartedly,
Or when you try to hide your face while your tears coursed down your cheeks,
I understand all of it.
I have been there too,
I have done this too...

Yes, my sweetheart!!
I too have wept all the night over my long lost loved ones,
I too have loved someone who never reciprocated it,
I too have dreams still unfulfilled,
I too have faked smiles when I wanted to cry, worse - scream,
I too have been ditched and betrayed,
I too have been misused, abused, used, overused,
I too have been at the edge of giving up on life,
I too have tried to finish this stupid, oh so stupid life.
But my honey sweet, brave girl,
You should know,
You should know that you are worth a lot more than just being someone's second choice
worse - not being someone's choice at all,
You should know that you are beautiful, bold, brave, incredibly amazing,
You should know still when you are crying for someone who cheated on you
there are a lot who love you so much more.

You should know,
Oh my munchkin,
There is someone for whom you are the reason to smile,
There is someone who wishes all the best for you,
There is someone who will go beyond any limits just to make you happy,
There is someone who has just prayed for you,
There is someone who wants you to live longer and happier,
And there are enough of someones to whom you matter a lot.

Oh my baby girl,
I know you are too done with this life and its cruel faces,
And I understand you just want to give up your beautiful self to the hands of death,
But my buttercup,
Try, try and just don't give up.
You need to learn to live again,
Just fight, fight your demons to survive.
Live. Struggle living but live.
Be happy. No matter what!?!

Suicide is the worst of all.
And suicide has never been an option.
You're going to get everything.
You will be happy again,
You will soon find your love,
Your dreams will soon be fulfilled,
Your long lost friend might come back regretting why he even left,
So just don't give up,
Not too soon, never,
Just wait for the right time.
It will all be fine.
Live, my doll,

Don't die yet.
Just don't.



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