she was like those winter morning dew drops, delicate and calm. her face would always lit up with happiness, for she was nothing short of a miracle.

little did I realise that dew drops were short lived. little did i know, I'd long for every morning.

- cs

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none of us are perfect.
you see, the moon has scars
but still its beauty
is never questioned.

all of us have those scars.
it's how we stay happy,
despite those,
that matters.

-cs.

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