Face, my face. It's loved, hated, respected, avoided. It's just a face, and it's vain. We often get caught up with the outside. Only picking friends that are pulchritudinous, prosperous, and pretentious. In the end it's not all about beauty, wealth, or style. We will all eventually die; and possibly become wrinkly and old first. Choose to look for splendor on the inside.
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