Everybody always fails to understand me. Because they never wanted to know my real feelings. The more my mouth speaks; the more they hate me. I think my personality crisis will be with me, again. I thought it's gone, but it never left me. It really gives me an agony.

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Beauty < Brain ♥
Beauty < Goodness ♥
Beauty < Love ♥
Beauty < GOD ♥

Beauty is nothing; it will perish. It will end.