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Jul 2015
The architecture that goes into building a human I will never understand.
For it is too astonishing for anyone to wrap their head around.
The time, effort and beauty that goes into making even the most evil people.
Everyone has their own beauty.
And their own attraction to others that were built the same or complete opposite way.
In a long and complicated process making them who they are on the inside and what they portray to be on the outside.
Because the exterior can only cover so much before what is on the inside shimmers through the smallest crack.
You can think someone is a good person until you see what's on the inside.
Makes you wonder how they were created and why they were in such a bad manor.
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maxine  20/F/AZ
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