The sky is like a decision, two halves of it, disagreeing with one another.
But together they’re beautiful.
Which makes deciding harder because we can’t always see the bigger picture
The split sky
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Pretty
Pretty.
A word I have been called a few times.
But why can’t I see it? Why do I look at others and think they’re beautiful.
Why can’t I see myself the same way?
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