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Why the crab dies

Raz

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So he calls me out of the blue.

He's depressed. He's on the edge of a nervous breakdown. And I can't give him a hug over the phone...not that I would anyway, our friendship was never like that. But still...what platitudes aren't empty when your best friend is calling out for help from half a country away?

I've been there. I know what it's like. You need to grow. I've said all these things, but they don't bear any meaning when all I really want to say is this: It'll hurt a lot. It never really stops hurting. Not all of my scars are on my arms. Some of them still make me cry. You come very close to death before you walk away from it. You need to grow.

*sigh*

I love you dude, I know this is going to be hard. I'd give anything to make it not hurt for you, but I can't do that. It's the only way you'll learn who you are underneath those armored plates the world has forced you to wear. It's the only way you'll know that you're as strong as you are.

Love you,
Trav
 
(((HUGS)))

Raz, this is wonderful, so sincere and so accurate. Please try to tell him these things if you can - I would have liked someone to tell me.

And the scars slowly fade, over the span of decades.

:(Smiley
 
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