dear juana,
I know you might be scared. Life has had you in a vice grip and keeps squeezing tighter. Even still, please don't give up. We all want you here, every bit of your pretty face and the writings that bless us. The ones that makes us think, that challenge us and how we write. [I wonder, can I do better?] You may be written in ink, but I can tell that poetry is in your blood.
There's a lot I'm sure you don't understand, like why are things the way they are and how come it isn't easier. Even though I can't completely answer that, I can give you a hug, so to speak, and be the voice of the listening people and a friend when you need that. Don't give up hope because it seems so fake.
Please, keep smiling and love yourself like nothing can break you.
With love,
Chris




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