Your features are too beautiful to be reflected on a mirror, a picture in a discarded album or the eyesight of a poor mindset.
You're too much, too much that 28 letters of the english language can't be put in enough words to describe you.
You're too breathtaking, breathtaking that a boy of dumb, easy ways can't begin to tame you.
The scars that make you, the tears that build you, the extremeness that lives within you, can't be described by a mirror.
A mirror of glass that breaks as soon as it's hurt, a fragile thing that knows nothing about life struggle, a weak thing that can't handle a little callousness.
How can you let it define you? No why? Why give that fragile thing the power to shatter you, make you fall to million pieces and never make you whole again.
You're enough, more than enough, the light you keep inside your soul can light up the world after years of darkness, you matter by what's inside that thing in your chest, that's what should define you.
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The Chaos Of A Human.Being
RandomA couple of words thrown around in the form of thoughts.
