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There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love.

Many people try to hunt for the nameless ghost they see in their dreams. Some build that ghost up to be a beautiful smiling woman. Others build the nameless ghost up to be stories untold for the world to hear. Not for social token, but for the child within, waiting for your permission to be outspoken. They want to be woken, from the dreary night you're eventually going to want to be broken, so why not just let their soul be unbroken by letting slip the things left unspoken?

There you have it, one of the worst poems you've ever read, in the history of the universe.

Moral: 'To be alive is to have scars.' It is not about enclosing, but about disclosing. Never be afraid to shamelessly be you, and live for both you and the inner-child. Your experiences build character and no matter what you go through, you are worthy of love. There is no failure, and there is no "bottom." Your only bottom is when you choose to stop digging until you've reached your dreams. Be authentically you, and fuck everyone else who judges you.

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