You grew from the delicate child of steel into the Metal Man. I have a memory of you, twisted into beautiful scarred shapes, with amazingly sublime curves and sudden sharp edges. You can be warped. Beaten and hammered. You can be so hot as to melt and burn. You can be cool, firm, strong. Your most intricate details are equal to your most mutilated parts. Your beauty is in your unique flaws.
Because of this, you cannot be broken.
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