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We’re about to enter the atmosphere. Everything has gone wrong. No one knows whether we’re going to survive re-entry, there's been so much damage.
Control has asked how we all feel…and it got me thinking. There’s something I need you to know.
It’s easier to say someone is a rock, an anchor - the person that grounds you and keeps you from drifting. But no, I do that to myself - that’s the problem.
When I wake every morning fighting the bad thoughts that always come. When I tire at night from the constant struggle of making sure those demons don't break down that door.
When I tell myself it’s time to stop, to give up, to give in. You’re not the anchor.
You’re the sail. The propellor. The wings. The jet engine.
You are how I keep going. You rescue me from the waves and the storms and the self-sabotage.
You make sure that ship sails - flies - regardless of the weather.
You’re the north star. You push me through it all.
You’re stronger than the wind. Stronger than the waves. Stronger than my will to fall.
Stronger than me.
Despite everything. Despite what faces me right now. And whether I get to see you again, I want you to know one thing. I love you.
Oh God, it’s time… <inaudible>
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