Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. 
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and i know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and 
the night sky is no home, and 
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but 
nothing is infinite, 
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day 
you are going to find yourself again.

- F. Butler





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