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You are beautiful.
No matter what.
And in every single way.
So don't believe what others say.
They don't know the real you.
And if they did,
Then they wouldn't say it in the first place.
No one can be you,
No one can go through what you have been through.
You are beautiful.
In your own way.
No one can compare to you.
And no one should even try.
Those who say you're not beautiful,
Don't know what their missing.
So don't worry.
You're not alone.
And you won't be for very long.
No matter what.
And in every single way.
So don't believe what others say.
They don't know the real you.
And if they did,
Then they wouldn't say it in the first place.
No one can be you,
No one can go through what you have been through.
You are beautiful.
In your own way.
No one can compare to you.
And no one should even try.
Those who say you're not beautiful,
Don't know what their missing.
So don't worry.
You're not alone.
And you won't be for very long.
Literature
Kiss
Knees bend, hands shake,
Lips part, hearts break,
Blood pumps, thoughts fly,
Bodies melt, worries die,
Heads swim, fingers touch,
Tongues rub, clothes bunch.
Butterflies, adrenaline,
Testosterone and estrogen,
We fit like a glove, so...
Kiss me again, love?
Literature
Tired.
I, am tired.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of all the hard work of healing.
Tired of failing.
Tired of falling.
Tired.
I am tired of things,
People, and notions.
Tired of people,
And tired of their motions.
Tired of their talk
Tired of their commotion.
Tired of everything
Inside and out
Tired of hating
Too tired to pout
I just wish,
Wish I could live,
Live underwater
Some place to forgive
Some place to wish
And wish I shall do
Wish to not be tired
Oh, please wish,
Come true.
Literature
Love
It's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship o
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