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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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