The death of a man who died on the inside. This wave of immense and intense feeling, never again will they play with the silly string. Now the woman, she's free from this thing. She finally breathes freedom, released by the sharpest of knives. Cut caught by her image with ribbons and bows. Delicate as a flower, as no one would know. No other could know. A life of vile people that had been living, now she's let go. She had to. The strongest soul anyone has ever met. Now she is a woman. Pure and by design. Brave and strong. Flamboyant as a comet, aiming for the highest stars. She's going to make it, of that I'm the upmost sure. She is someone who all so adore. The catipillar did it, she had broken free at last. Left the land of being trapped, abandoned in the darkest of places.

Love and best wishes sent truly from everyone. For a beautiful, smooth, sweet, soft recovery.