This one's for you, my dear. You know who you are.
I wish that you weren't so far away, because I would come to you, and tell you how wonderful and smart and beautiful you are. And how much I admire you.
I'd reach inside your mind, if I could, and pull out all the monsters. I'd cut a few wires, and tie up some new ones, and I'd show you that you are real.
You are real. You are real. You are real. You are real. You are real.
Even if you don't believe it yourself yet, you will. You have plenty of others out there who are believing it for you.
I hate knowing that you're in pain. You have no idea how much I want to take it all away from you, so you can be happy. So you can be free.
You will be free. I promise.
With all the love in the world,