I admire you. I don't think I've ever met anyone as smart as you. Anyone who thinks or feels the way you do. I think being your friend is such a privilege. I know you don't see it. You said you didn't think I got it right. I know you hate yourself. You don't say it. And you may not believe it. But I know you do. Every time you hurt yourself you say it. I love you so much. And it hurts to know you hate yourself that much.
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