Ugly....
nights are of realising and relaxing on bed, she found herself as her heart was on dead, she never knew her value she was always spent days with pain and restlessness, her pains speaks about a very beautiful soul which lost her stem without nursing, she was a women of wonders in world a girl of dreams and a rainbow of happiness, for her she might be ugly for me she is always beautiful and lovely 🖋️
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