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Feb 2014
There are too many people I find beautiful. Beautiful in thousands of other ways than just their appearance. Their beauty is captivating, like a vase full of different kinds of flowers.
You pick it up when you think it needs water and you move it over to the sink, but somehow I always end up dropping myself.
A vase of flowers wouldn’t know to pick up the pieces.
Written by
Tyler G
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