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I See You.

What a tragedy it is for you to not see the beauty I see in you.

To be blind to the way your eyes widen and sparkle when something excites you.

Or be silent about how your laugh makes my heart sing.

You are love, my love.

If you don't believe me, maybe you'll believe how gorgeous you are when you think of different ways you can make people happy.

Or how sexy your shoulders are for carrying the weight of the world on them.

It's devastating how repulsed you are by compliments when they are merely a reflection of the truth -

That you are everything.

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