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Dear you,
I see how hurt you are, and I want to fix you. But you have always been so independent, you've always wanted to do it all on your own. You, my dear, think you are so strong. And you are, do not doubt that for one moment. But my dear, you have to remember that even the strongest of people must break down at times. Too much weight on your lovely bones could cause you to come crumbling down beyond repair, and you're so beautiful and so tired. You don't want to rebuild, and honestly I don't want you to build into something different. So please, oh please, allow yourself to be weak for a moment. Feel your pain, don't hide it. It cuts like a knife and makes your wildflower heart feel as if it'll wilt. Dear, I must tell you, pain is not permanent and as winter gives way to spring, the wildflowers always return.