Looking at you, parts of you fit the cookie cutter of today's standards. Tall, fit, angular features, and a sleek undercut. Those weren't what made you special though.
You had numerous insecurities that dotted your face. You called it flaws, I called it irrelevant.
Your worth was more than just skin deep, Max.
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Roses and Candles
PoezieThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
