"They make you fear your imperfections, but in fact, they are the diamonds of your being".
Love me, not for beauty, love me, for my deformity. When I'm... Blanketed by darkness, traversing sorrow's cavernous depths - a transmission of once healing light now punctured, weeping silence. Love me, could you still? Love me, through self-loathing, imprisoned by vulnerability and despair. With your adoration, extinguish disparaging belief. Love me, when cold...Read On