what are these prisms dancing across my eyes at night? red. the passion. or the lack thereof. orange. the heat that i feel in fleeting moments. yellow. the playfulness that escapes me. green. the rebirth i am seeking. blue. the tears. the ones i hide. and purple. only i'm anything but regal.
i am not flawless. sometimes i'm not even sure that i'm worth much at all.
only the thing is, i'm tougher than you think.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
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I beg to differ. I think the magnificence lies in the imperfections. You just have to embrace them lovingly and see yourself like your loved ones do: beautiful and unique. Much harder to actually do, but I think it's a worthy goal. Keep writing, girl :)
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