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Hideously Beautiful


that beautiful, hideous, sunset always brings that beautiful, hideous, sunrise holding so many memories between each other memories of the hurt memories of the first day the first day i opened my eyes that hideous star glowed so beautifully waking up the world with its fire putting the world to rest with its pink, orange, red lights memories heart breaks and heart aches love and lust that star was always there with all its beauty and yet, its hideous hideously beautiful in a sense beautifully hideous in another sort of like that IT girl thats prettier than the rest yet ugly because of whats inside of her or that ex boyfriend that was soo perfect until he fucked over your heart, that is. that sunset that sunrise will always be a fucked up image in my head simply because it was only there when i was happy with the ish that would later f*ck my heart up when i needed that warm, luminous, calming light it was no where to be found that beautiful, hideous, sunset with its beautiful, hideous, sunrise will always be the most hideously beautiful thing in my life and now at this very moment in time it's placed a brand new image in my head an image that only adds to the reasons why i that star is so hideously beautiful beautiful, hideous sunset? i loathe you because everytime i look at you now i will forever be reminded of the days when you were there they were the lowest and every time i see you every time i think of you all i'll be able to picture is HIS beautiful, hideous, face gazing at you alone preparing to do the one thing you will never do beautiful, hideous, sunset why are you always there when i say my goodbyes? beautiful, hideous, sunrise why are you the first thing i see after i do things that later f*ck up my life? beautiful, hideous, sunset beautiful, hideous, sunrise sometimes i wish you'd set for the last time...
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