This is a letter for someone. Someone handsome and kind and generous, but not too generous. Funny and serious and open but mysterious. Somehow. Someone rich in spirit and poor in selfishness. Someone who smiles too much and doesn't cry too often.

This is a letter for someone who doesn't exist.


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Breathe.
You can do it, come on.
Just... Breathe.
In

    Out

In

    Out

In

    Out

In

    Out

You're okay.
You're alive.
That's enough, isn't it?