"I am beautiful ... She argued ...
Some people are meant to be,
It is invisible to the eyes ...
Like how skin wears warmth ..."
He loved the spark in her eyes ...
"Who could have adore warmth
If there wasn't cold to differentiate,
Who could have admire sweetness
If there wasn't bitter to spit,
Who could have cherish beauty
If there had not been ugly ...
How could you have been YOU,
If there wasn't me as ME ..."
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