through cracks the light shines in, i was once told by a true friend. the first man who saw me for real. this line made me cry many times, out of its saturation and the everlasting question if there can be beauty in a scar.
and most of all - because my answer is yes. there is beauty of how you wear it and how it refined you. how relentlessly you strive for illumination. there is redemption, although of the saddest aftertaste. veins breaking through stone.
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