This story was written for those who always stood a little apart.589Please respect copyright.PENANADVN5NErhuH
Not because they wanted to, but because they never knew how to do it differently.
For those who learned to love the darkness, because the light deceived them too often.
For all who always sought connection and hesitated each time, because there were always too few embraces and too many wounds.
For the thousand injuries within you that heal too slowly, or not at all.
For you who distrust peace, because war was the norm.
For all who know what rejection feels like, even though they needed love to survive.
For all who learned how safety can be found in being alone (and still hope that someone stays).
For those who sometimes doubt whether they are "too much."
And for those who have died deaths, only to rise again from the ashes.
For the outcasts,589Please respect copyright.PENANAlHyl1uyh8Z
the outsiders,589Please respect copyright.PENANADgIFiXmCAh
the misfits,589Please respect copyright.PENANAUv5S2qTZZ5
the loners.
I see you.
There is a place for you. You are welcome.
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