beautiful

beautiful

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i looked at him, admiring his features, "i've fallen for the beautiful boy with the striking green eyes and lovely name." he chuckled softly, "and i have fallen for the  lovely girl with the name like flowers. daisy, you are so beautiful, why can't you see that? yet somehow despite the fact that i find you breathtakingly beautiful,you see yourself as a weed disturbing the flowers in the garden when really you’re one, lonesome flower suffocated by a plethora of weeds."
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