In the midst of the darkness, within the towering walls of fears, amongst the loudness of the silent cries, you were there.
When life seems derailed, and when the road seems like a path of quicksand sucking me in every time I make a step, you pull me out.
When no one could understand the chaos, not even me, who is at the center of it all, I see you.
When my pillows were not enough to silence my sobs, when my blankets could not keep me warm, I felt you.
You were there, my teeny-tiny ray of light, my teeny-tiny ray of hope.
The teeny-tiny matter standing up against my biggest battles, a seemingly never-ending war.
But love — a tiny speck in the dark, has the light that can make me see wonders even in pitch-black.
The insolvable irony of loving myself as the hardest thing to do, and it still is, but that teeny-tiny bit of love always finds its way to save me.
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