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You're Right.
May. 1st, 2005 08:21 amI don't understand. How could I possibly understand?
Know what, though? All I want to do is make you free from it. Free from caring what I or anyone else says. Free from the pain that comes when you believe the lies you have been told about yourself instead of believing what people who love you see, and what you saw once too.
If I could simply emancipate you from the mind games and the doubt, I would, whatever it takes, but I don't know how to make you see how precious and valuable and beautiful you are.
Of course I know what its like to be around people like that, and feel them judging you, but I wish you could spend a night in the red t-shirt and see yourself as I see you. Maybe then you might see why I worry, why it matters, why I am involved, and why I can't do nothing.
I don't understand you, but I know when you're upset, and when you're lying, and when you are in love.
And you are. And, wonder of all wonders, he loves you back.
But if you two don't learn to trust each other everything will fall apart. Let yourself see that you are already the princess in a grand, if cluttered, coach.
I should know. I see you in it every day, claiming a gown is naught but rags and that the farest at the ball is naught but a serving wench.
Open your eyes and see, Highness.
Know what, though? All I want to do is make you free from it. Free from caring what I or anyone else says. Free from the pain that comes when you believe the lies you have been told about yourself instead of believing what people who love you see, and what you saw once too.
If I could simply emancipate you from the mind games and the doubt, I would, whatever it takes, but I don't know how to make you see how precious and valuable and beautiful you are.
Of course I know what its like to be around people like that, and feel them judging you, but I wish you could spend a night in the red t-shirt and see yourself as I see you. Maybe then you might see why I worry, why it matters, why I am involved, and why I can't do nothing.
I don't understand you, but I know when you're upset, and when you're lying, and when you are in love.
And you are. And, wonder of all wonders, he loves you back.
But if you two don't learn to trust each other everything will fall apart. Let yourself see that you are already the princess in a grand, if cluttered, coach.
I should know. I see you in it every day, claiming a gown is naught but rags and that the farest at the ball is naught but a serving wench.
Open your eyes and see, Highness.
