Your soul craves truth beauty wonder love your soul craves to dream to imagine and even simply to understand your soul craves to connect to commune to create
She was beautiful but not like those girls in the magazines she was beautiful for the way she thought she was beautiful for that sparkle in her eyes
Trust is like a paper once it's crumpled it can't be perfect again you can flatten the paper and try and make it as straight as you want but it will never be perfect again
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