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If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you collect them like rain,
Store them in jars,
That are labelled with"Pain",
Would you follow their tracks,
From my eyes down my cheeks,
As they write all the stories,
I'm too scared to speak,
Would you stop them with kisses,
Bring their flow to a halt,
As you teach me that pain,
Isn't always my fault,
Would you hold my face gently,
As you dry both my eyes,
And whisper the words,
"You're too precious to cry",
If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you show me your own,
And learn though we're lonely,
We're never alone.
                     ~e.h.
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Some years are for growing...but this one...this one is for 
B L O O M I N G.
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I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die.
I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.
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Είναι εντάξει να κοιτάς καμία φορά στον καθρέφτη και να μην σου αρέσει αυτό που βλέπεις. Μερικές φορές τα πιο όμορφα πράγματα είναι δύσκολα να τα δεις. 

Ρίξτε μια ματιά στην ιστορία που γράφω με την κολλητή μου @Agapi_Lazar στο προφίλ μας @koko_lazar...