To: Lilianna Jones

Date: Sun, Dec 4, 2020

Dear Lily,

You are sick. You are not dying. Well, not yet. But yesterday's performance had made you weary. You loved every second of the presence that you earned, but right now, it feels glacial and distant. 

Your hands are shaking as you write these. You don't want to continue because you are afraid you might faint in the middle of writing a complete sentence. You aren't weak, Lily. You need to stop pressurizing yourself. The world loves you and you know that as well. Your freedom isn't confined to just the violin and books. It is wide, Lily. It is an infinite amount of space.

You feel like your emotions aren't doing you any justice right now. It's alright because you know what is the difference between

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