life is so fragile, and our objectively subjective beauty is delicate.
anything can crush us.
there are no guarantees.
but maybe that's what makes life so brilliant. maybe that's why the resilience of humans is so fantastic. maybe that's the reason everyone's a little beautiful - because everyone has a slice of the glorious human soul.
we live on, precariously, embodying our destinies and dreams in delicacy.
we continue. we don't cease because we are frightened of the unknown.
we can't.
our beauty redeems us, and we live to stand on our beliefs another day.
the fragility of life is defining, but not limiting.
the breathtaking quality of beauty makes it worth struggling on;
and so here we exist: delicate, but redeemed.
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