She was beautiful not like the girls on Vogue or any other magazine. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful for the way she made people laugh when they were sad. She was beautiful for the way she appreciated life. Yes, she was beautiful for something temporary like her looks. She was beautiful deep down to her soul.
- j.k
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Lost Souls...
Poetry"We're all addicted to something that takes the pain away" - A collection of thoughts and poems from the depths of my jet black heart. In the memory of my beloved brother who lost the struggle to the monsters inside his head.
