Content through Romanticizing all I Could
Living vicariously through what I found to be lovingly distracting
Fantasy, Trinkets, rocks with lovely patterns
I only knew I was beautiful because my grandmother told me so
Consistent reassuring in soft spanish
When you don't know validation,
You don't know what sincerity is, nor what and if you are worth anything at all.
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