to my child self

By ominous poet

oh you sweet child,

you aren't ready. you never will be ready, but the world will force you to take it anyways. this world has no mercy, no love. it does not care.

all we can do is our best. our best to help each other. to believe, to hope. the world will try to tear you down. look it in the eyes and refuse to care. be happy, be crazy, help others. don't give this world the satisfaction of hurting you.

you are strong, stronger than you ever thought you would be.

if you weren't so strong, i wouldn't be here to tell you.

Posted in response to the challenge Letter.

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