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.
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