it wasn't because you weren't enough.
he didn't see the scars on your body.
he didn't think to look for the stars in your eyes.
he didn't care enough to see the fire in your heart.-
you were always more than enough.
he was given something.
something, far more precious than gold.
so darling, don't cry."while he was given a rose, he still tried to turn it into a weed and that will be his greatest sin."
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