Teetering on mortality's edge, you cling to life
Your traumatic past is at times evident
Next to death is stagnation, so you continue to grow
As you flourish, your beauty takes precedence
All things will eventually reconcile
Your defects will never fully disappear
But, the beauty that is within will surface and shine
One day you will realize
Even though I've been broken, I am still beautiful
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