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Beauty is pain, they say. And they are right. Beauty is the pain of knowing that you are Not perfect. Beauty is art, they say And they are right. Beauty is a collection of Imperfect Shapes Someone has arranged on Paper. Not the Mirror. Beauty is a choice, I say I don't know if I'm right. But I know that Anyone can be beautiful (With the right paints) It's really a question of being Unique. And what are more unique than your Flaws? We are all White vases Cracked in a thousand different ways. Don't cover them up. Beauty is flawed. We are too.
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
Beauty
Beauty is pain, they say. And they are right. Beauty is the pain of knowing that you are Not perfect. Beauty is art, they say And they are right. Beauty is a collection of Imperfect Shapes Someone has arranged on Paper. Not the Mirror. Beauty is a choice, I say I don't know if I'm right. But I know that Anyone can be beautiful (With the right paints) It's really a question of being Unique. And what are more unique than your Flaws? We are all White vases Cracked in a thousand different ways. Don't cover them up. Beauty is flawed. We are too.
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
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