"If love wants you; if you've been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; with warm blood and cold."

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Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside. My stomach coiled whenever I smelled food that was about to be served to somebody else, knowing it wasn't for me.

— Dave Pelzer