"My beautiful"? Am I beautiful? You're being ridiculous! They love you, not me. The person you call beautiful becomes like you. We are afraid of diseases because they are contagious. I wish beauty was contagious too. I wish I was caught in that beauty fire that you are caught in. If your rose breath would pass from your lips to my lips. The dimples on your cheeks should fly and land on my cheeks. Your biggest fault is your beauty, beautiful..

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