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the beauty of a woman just seen in the face but is reflected in her souL....its the caring that she lovingly gives compassion that she shows.
Love makes us weak, this I certainly know…. but makes us more mature at every turn… its a necessity and a curse at the same. Love isn’t there to make us feel appreciated or ecstatic…
I believe it exists to show us how much we can truly endure…