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There. The original, by request.
Complete and total honesty is never easy, and by the time you peel the skin back far enough to get to the meat inside, your arms are a sticky mess and the table doesn't gleam quite as much as it used to. There's nothing clean in psychological evisceration. It's a dirty job, but sometimes you have to do it. Being able to look up and meet the collective gazes of the ones you've opened to, even with blood in your hair and a smudge on your cheek, is testament enough to your strength. I never doubted who you were on the inside. At the core of even the most rotted of apples lies the seeds of truth and hope, the hidden beauties and fundamental truths inside all of us. Hopefully, now that you've washed your hands and bandaged your wounds, you'll remember what you saw. And that will get you through.