Dear beautiful people.
I know you.
I know who you are.
I know what you possess,
The irreplaceable golden heart.
A heart that beats even when our souls are gone,
The immortal kind.
Dear beautiful people.
I know you.
I know the price you've paid for immortality.
People like us will always end up losing.
Beautiful people give more than what we receive.
We always forgive.
We accept the love we get,
Even when we know we deserve better.
Beautiful people make a lot of sacrifices.
We lay our hearts on the line like a million times.
We create expectations that no one ever meets.
Because we let in soul less beings.
Because we're beautiful beings.
-Missroub
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Growth
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