You’re just another pretty face without meaning.
You’re just another pretty face amongst other whores.
You used to be a naïve little kid.
You think you are so much better now than before.

You’re not.
You just made a mess of yourself,
of everything.
You forgot.

You forgot what real beauty contains.

You’re simply two faced.
You’re just a fuckin’ mess

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I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?

- Pink Floyd, 1976

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I am maybe not perfect. I am not innocent. I couldn’t resist the sweet taste of sin as well, but although my heart’s maybe rotting, it’s not totally blackened yet.

I see beauty…

In the fragile girl hiding in the shadows,
so fragile that the sun may burn her.

In that person,
that owns my heart.

In the boy who can’t help but slitting in his wrists,
cause the world was not made for him.

In flowers,
which drown in the rain.

In a marriage,
of two people with the same gender.

In the wind,
blowing all worries away.

In people,
who fight for what they believe in.

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So please stop crying.

When you’re feeling small,
when there are tears in your eyes,
I’m there,
I’ll dry them all.

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Is there anyone who can see it?

There is still beauty…

In that single flower that blooms in the dusty desert.

Suta