Pretty is in the eye of the beholder.
Beauty is in the soul. You can’t see it, but you know it when you feel it.
And you might just be a shiny thing, but you are the shiny thing I am pursuing.
And then you take my breath.
I say “hey, I need that to get back to the top.”
how do you know when to let go?
It’s love that leaves that breaks the seal of always thinking you would be real happy and healthy, strong and calm..
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