This story was written for those who always stood a little apart.657Please respect copyright.PENANADnoUhduOGm
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,657Please respect copyright.PENANATTOZlKCz6O
the outsiders,657Please respect copyright.PENANAYvnrP1Ev6k
the misfits,657Please respect copyright.PENANAKB9s2GML3B
the loners.
I see you.
There is a place for you. You are welcome.
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