This is a journal entry I wrote on June 23, 2009.
I find that the most beautiful people aren’t always those people who look pretty. Sometimes the beautiful people are the ones that hang out alone in their room, or walk endlessly down the street listening to music on their headphones. The most beautiful people don’t really live here on earth, they merely exist. They are like dew drops on grass in the morning. You never really stop to look at the morning dew, but when you do, it is gone. Beautiful people don’t advertise. They don’t speak up in a crowd. They are the silent heroes that we all wish we could be. They are the people who open doors for you and walk away before you even think to say thank you. Beautiful people will never be found in the cosmetics aisle. The only way to find them is by following their foot steps as they silently walk away.
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