she is the kind of beauty that gently falls on your lips like snowflakes, softly falling on to the ground. silent, subtle, fragile to touch, but beautiful nonetheless. she is made of winter, thunderstorms, and scars, yet she possesses the gentlest touch for the broken souls. when you meet her, you probably wont notice her right away, for hers is the beauty that whispers ever so subtly to your soul, capturing your heart and soul first before entrancing your eyes
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feels destroyed
Poetrya bunch of quotes found on the internet that were put into words on how i feel.
