After passed through one big shit, surprisingly I found myself feeling content. And, after being able to see, to get out of dead end, and to jump to other path gives me hope.
I can't imagine myself living without hope, and also without love that supports. I don't need rescue, I'm okay. But having someone who constantly holding my hands giving me extra strength. A hope, telling me it's not my fault for being a mess. A hope that I know how to be much better than merely just a mess. To understand what kind of figures that I don't need to look up to.
I probably can imagine if I never gone through this mess. Seems like I wouldn't be grateful enough for what I have now.
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