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Good god, youÂ’re so tired. Life has worn you down to the marrow of your bones, took everything from you until you were bare-handed; and yet.

And yet youÂ’re still here, standing before me, your spine hardened to titanium, a delicate thing that can withstand even the most apocalyptic of sieges; you still find it in you to smile, bitter-bloody-all-teeth and still happy, somehow.

Know that I am proud of you; of your bravery, of your resilience,
of how youÂ’ve clung to life by the skin of your teeth. I am proud of you.

(And know that you deserve happiness – you may feel like you don’t, you may feel that it is above the likes of you, but you deserve it; you have earned it.
Know that one of these days, the sun will shine down on your lane, too.)

"If you feel too much, thereÂ’s still a place for you here.

If you feel too much, donÂ’t go.

If this world is too painful, stop and rest.

ItÂ’s okay to stop and rest.

If you need a break, itÂ’s okay to say you need a break.

This life – it’s not a contest, not a race, not a performance, not a thing that you win.

ItÂ’s okay to slow down.

You are here for more than grades, more than a job, more than a promotion, more than keeping up, more than getting by.

This life is not about status or opinion or appearance.

You donÂ’t have to fake it.

You do not have to fake it.

Other people feel this way too.

If your heart is broken, itÂ’s okay to say your heart is broken.

If you feel stuck, itÂ’s okay to say you feel stuck.

If you canÂ’t let go, itÂ’s okay to say you canÂ’t let go.

You are not alone in these places.

Other people feel how you feel.

You are more than just your pain. You are more than wounds, more than drugs, more than death and silence.

There is still some time to be surprised.

There is still some time to ask for help.

There is still some time to start again.

There is still some time for love to find you.

ItÂ’s not too late.

YouÂ’re not alone.

It’s okay – whatever you need and however long it takes – it’s okay.

ItÂ’s okay.

If you feel too much, thereÂ’s still a place for you here.

If you feel too much, donÂ’t go.

There is still some time."

- TWLOHA - Jamie

S-P-I-R-I-T, spirit
Let's hear it
S-P-I-R-I-T, spirit
Let's hear it
Let's go

I've had enough
There's a voice in my head
Says I'm better off dead

But if I sing along a little fucking louder
To a happy song, I'll be alright

You want to give up
Gave it all that you've got
And it still doesn't cut

But if you sing along a little fucking louder
To a happy song
You'll be just fine cause

Every now and again we get the feeling
And the great big void inside us opens up
And I really wish that you could help
But my head is like a carousel and
I'm going round in circles, going round in circles

S-P-I-R-I-T, spirit
Let's hear it
S-P-I-R-I-T, spirit
Let's hear it

We are possessed
We're all fucked in the head
Alone and depressed

But if we sing along a little fucking louder
To a happy song
Maybe we'll forget cause

Every now and again we get the feeling
And the great big void inside us opens up
And I really wish that you could help
But my head is like a carousel and
I'm going round in circles, going round in circles

Don't wake us up
WeÂ’d rather just keep dreaming
Cause the nightmares in our heads are bad enough
And I really wish that you could help
But my head is like a carousel
And I'm going round in circles, I'm going round in circles

The world has coalesced
Into one giant mess of hate and unrest
So let's sing along a little goddamn louder
To a happy song and pretend it's all okay

Let's go

Sing along
Let's sing along
A little fucking louder
A little fucking louder
Well don't you feel so much better

S-P-I-R-I-T, spirit
Let's hear it
(Well that's the spirit)
S-P-I-R-I-T, spirit
Let's hear it
(Yeah, that's the spirit)

DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT

Plz, This cat.

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