If I was to find that lump of girlhood I was,
I would fill her head with so much love, it would hurt
the darkness developing. I would take her into my ar
ms and tell her she is beautiful, even when she does
n't believe it. She is beautiful, even when she sees
the darkness of others reflected in herself.
She is beautiful, even when the press
ures of the world disfigure her hea
rt and her brain. After all,
that's how diamonds
are made.
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