Most often I see beauty in the simplest things; a baby's first laugh, for instance, or when I see an old couple holding hands while walking down the boulevard. Even when I see a young family of four eating their dinner at the local diner.
There's also beauty when I see a people dance in the rain, not caring the about the cold bullets of water seeping through their clothes.
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They're all beautiful.
I see beauty in sadness too.
I think when you're beautiful when you cry. Your salt like tears streaming down your cherub cheeks as you huddle at the corner of your room, trying to block out the pains that the world is causing you.
I think you're beautiful when I see you so focused in what you're doing. Your desolate eyes transfixed on the computer, your long, thin fingers typing away each word by word the sad story of a young murder victim you so carefully narrated in your head.
I think you're beautiful when I see trying your best to hide away the evident pain plastered on your face. You're beautiful when you try to convince the world around you that you are okay, even when your whole world has crumbled down to nothing but debris ready to be washed away by the endless sea.
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Learn to believe that you are beautiful. Because you are, no matter what those demons in your head say. You are.
I hope when you can finally see the beauty in you, you will be able to see beauty in other people too.
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