"I aint one of the roses which still a beauty even when they've wilted." she said.
How do you even know that ?
because the older you are, the prettier you become.
you aren't just a beauty but a masterpiece.
beauty couldn't be measured by the eyes nor thoughts but by the sincerest heart
when you're talking about your Insecurities, I'm annoyed with it.
because the insecurities that you told me about is the beauty that I see inside you
comparing yourself won't make you any better rather than worst
love yourself,
because, why not ?
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