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The Broken Girl I Want to Save
Can I send you cat pics to cheer you up?
Hi, honey. I’m sorry I’m late. I got caught up in my head again: you realize that, don’t you? They don’t give you enough credit, but I think you’re fabulous. You’re a visionary, you’re a poet, you’re an actress. Is there anything you can’t do?
When you watched your music video come up on screen, I saw the unrestrained joy on your face. You were elated. Finally, something that was yours. You didn’t need your retainers, you didn’t need your handlers, you didn’t need a goddamn thing as you watched that music video come to life on screen. The unrbridled giddiness on your face made my heart warm.
It was the first time you felt happiness in months, ever since the breakup that shattered your soul and made each day less and less bearable. He was the love of your life, but he left you behind. And, oh, do I know how that hurts.
You’re not a witch. You’re not a demon. You’re just a girl trying to find her way in the world.
I don’t hold any of that against you. I know what it’s like to be broken. I know what it’s like not to be heard.
Thank you for being there when I needed to be heard. You are an angel, no matter what anyone says. Your music speaks to me, and I’d love to be friends with you. I don’t know what…
