Most days I find myself in a knot - unsure of many things. It may be because we are not getting any younger. And time is fickle so we have to make the most of it. But what is left of us when we rush our lives? I wish I could unravel me. smomeji

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The beauty of her was how interchangeable she was. She was off balance. In contrast with herself. She was both happy and sad. Both hot and cold. Her skin was dusted with night stars but still carried the glow of a sun. Her body moved like the waves of the ocean yet her eyes were lit by fires. She was everything this world was made up of from its purest light to its abyss of darkness. Such beauty is a rare sight to see. wanderessbody 

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