"Do not love me for my beauty, for I have many thirds beneath my skin to shed.
Beauty doesn't matter in a relationship, only love matters."
For beauty is hiding all of the thorns she carries with her, so you wouldn't- couldn't see the truth inside of her.
She isn't like most girls.
She's more of the loner, yet she has a few wonderful friends who love her, for her and only her.
Her beauty cover up her thorns, for it is not time to show them yet.
Her thorns are sharp, and cutting through her beauty.
What?
You don't like her?
Just because you see the real her?
Her friends are not the judging type, but her lover is?
She couldn't take it anymore, so she showed her true self.
No more beauty in her eyes, just thorns inside of her.
He wasn't willing to learn to love her thorns, only her beauty.
But her friends learned how to love her thorns, before they could love her beauty.
Beauty is not the key to love. Learn to love her thorns, then you will truly love her for herself.
Nothing more will be said.
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