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  You silly little person, you think you've survived so long that survival shouldn't hurt anymore. You keep trying to turn your body bulletproof. You keep trying to turn your heart into a bomb shelter. You silly thing, You are soft and alive. You bruise and heal. Cherish it. It is what we are born to do  

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