My dear

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My dear, why hide from they who show your true colors? Do you fear the entrails of the horrid beast you have become? Look. Look. See with your glossed eyes, see, for once, yourself in all honesty. You were beautiful, until the wolves came. Your false beauty tore before my eyes and the truth lies before  you. Your intestines are intertwined like your fears. Your laughter, pulsating as a beating heart. Your tears, flowing like a thick velvety blood. All working together to deceive me, now there are falling apart.
Maybe,
My dear

You aren't so beautiful at all...

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