Open the Book
How do you feel if I stop and stare? Do you ever get tired of those who dare to judge you by the way you look? Would you rather your viewers open the book and peek inside, to find your heart? Are you...
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In viewing me, you cannot see the sum of all my parts; Your eyes can only scan my skin, they can’t discern my heart. For as the moon in mystery is shrouded from our gaze, What we observe in others is...
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