second purest
loving yourself was never selfish.
loving yourself was never boastful.
loving yourself was never conceited.
it was being able to open up with your soul. one on one talk with the deepest part of your thoughts. having a silent moment with your poisoned feelings. it is neither selfish, boastful, nor conceited. but the purest love i have ever seen after the cross.
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a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
