You are lovely.
You are so precious.
You are the most fragile of souls I've ever held.
You are the most beautiful, yet you are so insecure.
You are quite happy.
You are quite knowledgeable.
You are on your way to being free.
You are on your way to bigger things.
Yet I can not help but feel that your hardest days are ahead of you, and because you are in my hands, because you are my own, I will protect you from all harm, from all danger.
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