Painting for a Lost Friend
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I didn’t have to probe or pry to know. Know that you were just like me, and I didn’t even know who I was yet. It gave me so much hope. In my mind’s eye, this is who you were.
A strong, intent gaze. A damaged head, bullied into self-hatred, but blessed yet with gifts missing in others. You took hardship in stride. You turned your sorrows into a reason to work harder and serve those around you. And even now, you just want to help people.
But you are a lost soul who only wants to be of use. I know, because I felt just as useless as you do.
Good luck, T. Your path is a wretched one. May you find yourself victorious.
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