In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded work of art. Beautiful but torn, wreaking havoc on my heart. Camouflaged by insecurities, blinded by it all. I love the way you sit there and barely notice me at all. Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/life/life/
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