In the end, we are all damaged souls in disguise as perfectly functioning humans.

You're living, you occupy space, and you have mass
You know what that means?

You matter

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She liked the moon because, like herself, it shined its brightest when no one was around to see. 

His smile was something else,
It was the type of smile that gave you hope that perhaps tomorrow may be better than today, that after the storm you're not left alone to pick the remains. Yet it was the same smile that reminded her that those you love can hurt you the most.