"You're not like man. You understand me."
Its good that He knows. It comforts me. Like we have a special secret, and the secret is me. My personal best friend. He knows my first word and remembers my first breath. He loves me with my faults. He listens and gives silent advice. He stands by me when I stand alone. He teaches me morality in an unethical world. He is the shoulder I cry on. And he will hold my hand when I die.
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