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Life is beautiful. I've always known that, but I've never had this much reason to know it before. More like, I think that at most times, I just trusted that it was. That's the story of my life, in a way. Blind trust. Floating without direction, always wanting to be someone that I'm not. I feel that I shouldn't be so good at being myself, when I've had so little experience with being her. Or even recognizing her... I wonder if that's what love is about: purification. Having the person you're supposed to be stripped away, layer by layer, and loving the person beneath it. It's funny, but I don't really know how.