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Thank You

My Novel Girl,

Thank you for picking up the pieces of an anxious heart. For building a new home, when I had no space from the cold. You gave me the gift of weakness so that we could unwrap the pain and you even cried with me to wither the shame. It was your shelter and blind care. Your hand and soft touch. It was your skin that allowed me to let go of my rough.

I can see it in your eyes. You know that you saved me from the deep, the gravestone, and the devilish strength of my undertow. Thank you for smiling back after reading all that I had wrote.

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