I look out into the street.
There's a little girl with her mom.
They're jumping in puddles and getting ice cream.
Was that so hard?
They’re hugging and her mother calls her beautiful.
Is that so hard?
Her life doesn’t depend on her grades
Or athletic ability.
There just happy she's alive.
HOW IS THAT HARD!?
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So lovely... poignant... stunning... honest. You are a gift young lady. More please?
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