5:17 a.m.
Once, a friend told me I was strong the strongest person in the world. How could I possibly be the strongest? I am fragile, small, naive. Everything pierces my chest like a sword, tearing innocence away from my body. How can I be strong when everything overflows inside me? Everything shakes me. Everything is too much. And yet, he still says I'm strong, even without a direction, simply because I am me.
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