Remember I'll always be true.

There is a quiet beauty in your vulnerability, there was beauty in the silence. As the four of us sat in the room, we loved each other in a manner that did not require speaking. It was something tragic and it was something precious and we understood how fragile and small we all really were. There is beauty in your smile, in your warmth. There is beauty in your courage and in your strength. Just remember that you are, nevertheless, beautiful in your softness, and we love you because you're human.

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