I can tell you that you’re beautiful,
You will not believe me.
I can tell you that you mean everything to me.
You will not care.
I can tell you that you are perfect.
You will accuse me of lies.
I can tell you that you are ugly.
I can tell you I hate you.
I can tell you that you disgust me.
Would then a disagreement come to mind?
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
I can tell you that you’re beautiful,
You will not believe me.
I can tell you that you mean everything to me.
You will not care.
I can tell you that you are perfect.
You will accuse me of lies.
I can tell you that you are ugly.
I can tell you I hate you.
I can tell you that you disgust me.
Would then a disagreement come to mind?
People will listen to every negative and never hear the positive.
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