Somewhere in this world, there must be, must be, somebody who loves you endlessly, unconditionally, who loves you in any matter. Who will love you regardless of your grade, your look, or your weight. Who loves you the way you are. There must be somebody. It can be your parents, your friends, or somebody who can see the world in your eyes.
It is either they love you with you knowing, or without.
Just, keep on believing. There must be somebody. They are special. Cherish them.
And you are special to them. You are loved.
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| Calton Hill, Edinburgh. Winter2012 |
#nowplaying Everybody by Ingrid Michaelson
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