“I try so hard to find the beauty in me.
In my eyes, in my smile, in my laughs, in my personality, in my
soul. But no matter how hard I push my eyeballs
to look at the things that I have,
I still can’t see it.
There is no sign of beauty.
Only destruction and tragedy.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
