I feel like such a coward sometimes. When you look into my eyes, I find it hard to match your gaze. I'm not sure what it is I fear. Maybe I'm afraid that you'll look away first, or that you won't like what you see. It's stupid, I know, but the truth nonetheless. So thank you for wanting to look at me. Thank you for telling me I'm beautiful. Thank you for making me believe it.
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