March 2012
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Butterflies can’t see their own wings. They can’t see the intricate patterns and delicately painted colors. They don’t know that they’re beautiful. People are kind of like that too.
“I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could...”
– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
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