I will tell you a secret.
Even with your back muscles gnarled to hell
and the worst sunburn of your life,
even on your third winter alone, even
when your mirror is shattered
and you have gone six days without speaking,
even in your bluest blackest moments
and your harshest nights,
you are still special.
You are still a perfect collection of molecules
that hums and sways in harmony
and ends with you singing
and dreaming.
And your purity, and mine,
are the two true constants in this world.
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