"She was beautiful
In the way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she loved
Or how her lips seemed to curve into a smile that could sooth anyone's worry's
And she was strong
In the way she learned to dry her own tears
And how she woke up every morning trying to make the best out of life
But only if she could see what I see
Then maybe she would believe me when I told her
She was a goddess in the form of a human."
-r.b
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Love, your very own broken girl💜
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
