I heard you cry a few nights ago. And it was like nothing I've ever heard.
It didn't sound like you at all.
I wonder how it must be like to feel so weak, but act so strong. To let everyone lean on you, when you're falling apart.
I really admire you now. Cause I don't do what you do. I don't act strong, I don't pretend, I could not be what you are.
You, my dear, are a hero.
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