Mirrors of the Insides
How can you love someone,
Who only knows hurt.
How can you trust someone,
Who only knows rejection.
How can I value beauty,
When no one sees mine.
How can I know love,
When I don't know what is inside.
Wednesday 3rd May 2017 5:51 am
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