TL;DR: You're amazing.
You are bad ass. No, seriously. You're amazing. You've come this far and you're still fighting your battles in this war called life. You're learning and gaining scars that tell a story of another battle you've come out on top of. You're giving the grim reaper the middle finger and living on, marching to the beat of your own heart.
Keep marching, little soldiers. I'm so proud of you.
You don't believe you're good enough? That you're beautiful inside a d out? Well...
You are like the butterfly. A butterfly can't see its own wings and see what's beautiful about it, but anyone else who looks at it can see right away. You are the same. You might not be able to look at yourself and see what is beautiful about you, but others who look at you can. Just remember this, spread your wings and fly, darlings.
And always remember: Cyanide is here for you. A listening ear and, hopefully, a reason to smile 💙
Keep marching, little soldiers. I'm so proud of you.
You don't believe you're good enough? That you're beautiful inside a d out? Well...
You are like the butterfly. A butterfly can't see its own wings and see what's beautiful about it, but anyone else who looks at it can see right away. You are the same. You might not be able to look at yourself and see what is beautiful about you, but others who look at you can. Just remember this, spread your wings and fly, darlings.
And always remember: Cyanide is here for you. A listening ear and, hopefully, a reason to smile 💙
