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Dear Eversong...
I don't know what it is they see in you.
They talk *so* highly of you, you know. About how much they miss you and adore you and how great you were for them. How you inspired them. You traveled with them for less time than I've been here and you already made *that* much of an impact...
I hate people like you.
I hate how you're still able to see whatever light is left in this fucked up mistake of a world. I hate how you, too, are apparently victim to a system that takes advantage of you, but instead of it breaking you, you rose above it — you live despite it, in spite of it. I hate your infectious optimism. I hate all the generosity and heart you have to give. I hate how you've been a positive force to those you walk beside.
I lied. I know exactly what they see in you.
They see hope. Warmth. Love. Inspiration.
I hate that you're everything I wish I could be.
I hate that you're everything for them that I'm not.
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