......dedicated to Nearigwrites
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Just look at you, falling in love with everyone else but yourself. Everytime questioning your allure. I see beauty In you though, beauty not in the classy turn of your lips or the proud jutt of your chin but in your everlasting love for books and unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Beauty In your loud character and unconventional mannerisms. Beauty in your inability to translate your emotions into words. Beauty in your irrational belief in love and conflicting emotions about that subject matter. Beauty in the quiet facade you put on even though everything around you is in turmoil and falling apart. Beauty in your love for colour against your skin and rogue against your lips. Beauty in your selfishness—you are afterall only human and insatiable want. Beauty in all your handsomeness as handsome always is. Beauty in all that you project and all that you hide away. Beauty in unshed tears over loss and faliure, beauty in wanting to go back out there again. Beauty in your feverent supplications amist tears and longings. Beauty in your hope and beauty in the lack of it thereof. Beauty in your terrified exaggerations and overall poor judgement. Beauty in all that was, is and is to come. Beauty in you as an existence, because beauty is you.
