Thank goodness for the people who love me for who I am!
The people who aren’t trying to remake me into anyone’s image except my own.
The ones willing to allow me to be who I am even if it changes moment to moment.
The ones who think the cracks and wrinkles are beauty marks.
These are the ones who persevere along the way.
If there are angels among us, they are surely these people.
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