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Love is not proud, yet proud at the same time. Love, you are an interesting being; You numb me from the painful cramps of hurt, Yet when I have you, I can fall hard. Your blindness allows me to see your imperfection With perfect clarity. Yet all I see are your Beauteous features and your elegance. Love, you are not proud, but you should be. Moderate pride does not hurt with self-love, For you know that I shall love you until I whisper your name a final time.
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Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 2:34 PM UTC
Love is Not Proud
Love is not proud, yet proud at the same time. Love, you are an interesting being; You numb me from the painful cramps of hurt, Yet when I have you, I can fall hard. Your blindness allows me to see your imperfection With perfect clarity. Yet all I see are your Beauteous features and your elegance. Love, you are not proud, but you should be. Moderate pride does not hurt with self-love, For you know that I shall love you until I whisper your name a final time.
Love, self-love, perfection
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22/F/Brooklyn, New York
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 2:34 PM UTC
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