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Dearest friend,
The system is a twisted and evil beast.
It calls to its prey with empty promises
of beauty, of worth, of love.
It then drives them mad, shrinking them down to nothing but their aching bones.
Very few survive without scars, if at all.
That beast is a cunning one.
I remember the night I read you heard it too.
So have I, but I'm not afraid.
I'm no gambler, but I'd bet you wonder why.
I'll never be Miss Rodeo, that was decided the day I was born.
That doesn't matter to me.
Wherever kindness goes is where beauty truly follows,
and I know it follows you.
I’ve seen thousands of souls in my lifetime,
more than enough to understand.
Beauty has nothing to do with the beast.
It never did.
It follows those who call for equality,
who stand up for the oppressed, who never forget virtue.
It follows those like you.
I’m no Miss Rodeo, but I know this.
The beast never sees beauty. It simply can’t.
But I can. And I see it in you.