2.23.22 // I Wish I Could Tell You

I wish I could tell you.
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I wish I could show you how much I see your hurt.
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I wish I could tell you that every moment you chose not to love yourself, to treat yourself like you aren't worthy, to minimize yourself into almost nothing, it is a small dagger in my side and I promise it hurts me almost as deeply as it hurts you.
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I wish I could stop you from putting more bricks on the fortress you build around yourself so I could show you that not all change is an enemy, that the unknown can be beautiful, that you will not only survive, but you'll thrive in the world beyond your fortress walls.
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I wish I could speak and you would hear me, that my words wouldn't be judged against the narratives in your mind.
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I know I wish for a lot and each year, my wishes grow deeper, a wound unattended to, the hurt growing more painful, the hatred a biting wind, and the world shrinking behind the ever-growing fortress walls.
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But I make these wishes, not for me.
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My wishes are for you.
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I have no expectations of what your pain-free existence would look like. I have no agenda. I have no opinions.
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I simply want the hurt you carry to be put down, for the pain, the anger, the fear to be freed from the depths of your soul.
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I wish this because I love you.
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