You could be one in a million, my dear. You could be anything anyone ever wanted. Sweet Meg, can't you laugh? I have heard it before, it sounds like music undulating from a church's tabernacle. Can't you smile for me, my pretty one? Be the child I knew. The blue of your eyes used to shine awaiting the day you would be loved. Pick up your heart and your feet and begin to begin again. Walk through the halls of your memories and blow the dust off the statues and pictures, for they will not fade, leaving them won't make them go away. Masterpieces never do... Start to remind us, gentle girl, of your former self. Because no one loves you when you're sad.
Reason for writing:
Everyone keeps telling me this, and I hate it
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