From C
For every breath, every movement
A blessing
Pure joy, infinite possibility
My health, my strength
The energy that surges through me and forms passion in all that I do
Also the weak moments
The fears, the confusion
Even the pain of loneliness
Because they are truth
And my purpose is to learn truth
Not the convenient truth
The surface mask of reality
Painted on like the face of an aging beauty queen
But rather the truth of imperfection
The magic that pushes it's way
into the tiniest of moments
A bright morning after a dark night of wretchedness
A slow smile that curls the lips and warms the soul
And...
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