Love the creature born from hate. Wrap your hands firm around their jaw as you look into their hollow eyes. Press your forehead against their’s and reassure them that they are not the hate they were created from. Understand that their cries at night are not because of you but because of the burden that they must carry. Hold them while they mourn and remind them that they are not just the product of their birth.
Do not be afraid of their strong hands and sharp teeth. Their bones crack when they move and protrude but not a single one will harm you. When they hear your voice, it is as though an artist has taken them and molded them into something lovable. Their hands are strong, yet gentle. You are the kindest thing this monster has ever met.
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I am Terra 