i am the human embodiment of distraught and tragedy — both of which are heart-wrenching and beautiful words. i tremble at the sensation of despair, for it is too beautiful for me to experience. my feelings are mutual for the comely appeal of such emotion, for i tend to pick apart the most attractive of things in yearning for flaw.
they tell me i am beautiful, and yet i still find fear in myself. i fear myself.
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