Blur, most times I like when it's blur. It has no much ambience, not sharp. The observer have to look ogle.
It could be labelled a beauty spot, a manila (if celestial) or just blot.
Then, it takes time to unravel the truth. You have to be interested to see through the grime. Cos in front's just an illusion, a mirage. The truth lies ahead waiting for a buckle down to awaken from its rest. It hides behind earnestly waiting for a philosopher to come discover and the king to give the word. Cos when God hides a thing, its the honour of kings to search it out.
You're one in a million, worth a thousand war s. The only one of your kind, a work of art, excellent in comparison with non other, created by the best of the best. You're the only one that thinks the way you think, the only one that feel the way you do; the only one that knows how you feel. A unique personality, do not be deceived you're the only one like you in a million years and the only one who'll be you in a million years to come. The world will never see you the way you are, they all want you to succumb to their ways, they want you to become them. Because, we've all got our different worlds. They'll try to drain you of all of you, all of his artistry in you but know that YOU'RE AN OCEAN. You cannot be finished, they can take all they want but God's your sufficiency and your capacity. You cannot be finished. You're beautiful, you're wise, you're a unique mold. They'll try to redefine you but know who you are. You're his love, th...
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