There's no such thing as beauty. At least not real beauty. Not anymore.
Beauty is seen with the heart and not the eyes. Now the eyes are all we have. I want to tell them to love me, and not my body, or what I can do. So what about my looks? They aren't what you're going to spend eternity with.
He wanted me for my body. Another for my heart. My heart was scared, my body won. My heart stays with me anyway.
I'm not perfect inside, and he knows that, but he stays with me.
Does he maybe see my body, too?
That perfect body that that perfect one wears.
Perfect one...
Pretty one...
White one...
Victoria...



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