"ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴꜱ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɢʀɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ꜰʀᴇᴇꜱ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴꜱ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀɪɴ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴡɪɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴠᴀꜱᴛ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪꜱᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴀꜱᴛ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴀꜱᴛ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇꜱ ꜰᴀᴅᴇ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰʀᴀʏᴇᴅ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴄᴀʏ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ꜱᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰᴀᴅᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ"

IGNORE THE REST

...IGNORE THE REST ...

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Sooo....i want you to know that I see you. I see the kindness in your heart, the care in your eyes, and the generosity in your soul. I see the way you put others before yourself, always willing to lend a listening ear, a helping hand, or a comforting word.

But I also see the pain you carry. The pain of being betrayed by those you trusted, of being hurt by those you loved. I see the weight of your own happiness, sacrificed on the altar of others' joy. I see the way you overthink, the way you analyze every situation,everything in short, always wondering what you could have done differently.

And I see the way you hide your own hurt, the way you swallow your own tears, the way you put on a brave face, all so that those around you won't be sad. You're like a guardian angel, watching over those you love, always ready to absorb their pain, to take on their burdens, but we're here for you too, we've got you....

But here's the thing: you can't pour from an empty cup. You can't keep giving and giving and giving, without ever taking a moment to refill, to recharge.....

I want you to know that it's okay to put yourself first sometimes. It's okay to take a step back, to breathe, to prioritize your own needs. It's okay to say no, to set boundaries, to protect yourself from those who would seek to hurt you.

And I want you to know that you're not alone. There are people who see you, who appreciate you, who value you. There are people who will stand by you, who will support you, who will love you for who you are:))

So please, Arnel, take care of yourself. Take care of your heart, your mind, your soul. Remember that you are worthy of love, of care, of happiness. Remember that you are enough, and yes you are;)

•𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐥•

•𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦•

You wear a mask of calm and peace

A façade that hides the turmoil's release

You say you're fine, but your eyes betray

The weight of the world, the pain you can't convey

Your mind is a maze of thoughts that roam

A never-ending cycle of worries, fears, and home

You overthink, you analyze, you replay

The what-ifs and maybes, night and day

But despite the pain, despite the strife

You'd sacrifice your own heart, your own life

For the ones you love, for the ones you hold dear

You'd ruin yourself, to keep them from tears

You're a guardian, a protector, a shield

A safe haven for those who need to be healed

But who heals the healer? Who saves the savior?

Who catches the tears, when the strong one is a raver?

Your love is a flame, that burns bright and true

A beacon in the darkness, a guiding light for you

But don't forget, dear one, to tend to your own fire

To nourish your own soul, to let yourself desire

To be seen, to be heard, to be loved and to be known

To be vulnerable, to be weak, to be human, to be shown

That it's okay to not be okay, to not be fine

To break, to shatter, to let the pieces align.