Have you ever felt something, but kept it all bottled up inside?
Well that’s okay sometimes and other times it can be damaging.
You see there’s a difference between letting things go and not speaking up for what you feel.
Everyone disagrees eventually and two sides must agree to disagree.
Other times you may be sad and need help, which is also okay.
Allowing others to offer a helping hand is something to be proud of.
It can be scary, but people do want to help you and love you. So I encourage you to speak up.
Speak up, even when it’s hard.
Speak up, even when you see no point.
Speak up, even when you don’t want to.
Speak up, even when you’re struggling.
Speak up, even when you don’t feel worthy.
Speak up, because we need you.
Speak up and we’ll keep each other safe.
Love is love.
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Marcus Hill
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