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Call me shallow, despicable or gross.. But I’m just a sucker to beauty… Yes. I love her, just by the sight of her. She makes my heart palpitate, freezes my thoughts, blow my mind away… She can fry, grill, or even steam me, I don’t care. So long as I can be with her… 

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That’s the ID that I’ve been surpressing for many years. I’ve publicly and unabashly declared it now finally. That I still prefer a good-looking girl to a plain Jane, ceteris paribus.

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That’s how primitive and babaric I’m. And my primal instinct is archaic in this modern time that demands us to go beyond the looks, see with your heart. Unfortunately, we’ve been brought up in a society that unevenly preaches the appreciation of inner beauty while practicing the art of extreme grooming. Its a real world of furtive immorality and hypocrisy isn’t it?

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Maybe that’s the reason why make ups are getting bullet proof thickness nowadays. What is sad is that even now some girls are just getting as blind as guys, thinking in pure cosmetic and superficial terms, paying lesser attention to other intangible qualities that guys also include. (Guys are greedy, they want everything.)

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In the end, who will I die for? Still the beautiful one, but one that is beneath the cosmetic armour…

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I’ve purposely made this difficult to read to share with girls who bother to read the finer details of life here… be confident of yourself and never let others define your beauty. That intangible quality is ageless and no make ups is required to preserve that beauty.

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