August 13, 2013
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Staring at the girl in the mirror, I reach up to touch my face. Then, suddenly, my heart begins to race. Because, you see, I don’t recognize the girl starting back at me. But I realize I’m looking into her soul where she has kept everything hidden under lock and key.
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YOU ARE PLAIN B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L
i. love. you.
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