Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful. That's what they all say but I feel as though they're blurring the lines between beautiful and imperfect.
Sparing me the truth by spitting out well thought lies which could be believed by most, not by me.
I've come to notice something I hadn't before.
People stay only when its convenient for them, only if they'll benefit.
After all, when days are dark, friends are few.
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A Thousand Kisses From A Thousand Roses
Poetry"She held the burden of her truths and was weighed down by all her lies." •~She wasn't sad anymore She was numb And numb She knew Was somehow worse~• Chapter Media By Lafleur🎈 All credits to her🍁
