To the girl who used to write journals, editorials and songs in her teenage years, I’m glad you still have it within even when the life you are led to now is full of complexities to solve. You want this hustle too and you made it at least to the level you’re willing to give. Even when the melodies in your head turned into rising heart rates of running miles and the things bothering you muffled by dopamine from the adrenaline and not from the notes that used to occupy your thoughts. I’m proud of you still because deep down, you are still continuing this melodic masterpiece.
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