The beauty they feel when seen by others for what they really are. That hope that keeps them moving, somewhere someday someone might come and just steal that heart and lock it away. That fear of isolation, of someone not being able to understand them. That silence that runs in those veins, silenced by fear of death.. This is life to me.

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