I'll try to explain - you enchant with your lovely prose... and it gives me faith in my own writing.

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I'll try to explain - you enchant with your lovely prose... and it gives me faith in my own writing.
Spring and skies bloom with flowers, my senses refreshed by scents of delight and sights of beauty.
I am incurably clumsy with no charm and wit, but I know my absolute honesty is pure poetry.
Savor normal, precious moments every day. Have appreciation of the simple things in life.
Art suggests a fragility that it is too vulnerable in the world. But it is precisely that backhanded compliment to explain wonder in the unassuming mundane.
I remained enveloped in darkness, a depraved wretch of despair. My creation of delirium, such ravings of insanity.
The sad thing is you seem determined to produce such humiliation in me.
I don't feel like you needed, or wanted to love.
Women risk their health and suffer painful effect for an obsession on plastic surgery and bodies of beauty, to be a breeding stock in human courtship.
I hope you will live an interesting life and I hope you will write exactly as you think - with love.