[image: A teenaged boy at Slutwalk NYC. He has short pink hair and is wearing jeans and baggy grey tshirt. His jeans are ripped at the knee, but are otherwise unremarkable, and his tshirt has some sort of maroon logo. He is looking directly at the camera, and holding a large white sign. His sign read: THIS IS WHAT I WAS WEARING. TELL ME I ASKED FOR IT. I DARE YOU.]
He gives me strength.
Um this is pretty much how I feel encompassed in a pargraph.