Your True Beauty

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Mirror, mirror on the wall

Why do you exist at all?

Are you here to tell me, too

That I’m not really beautiful?

All day, this you chant

Letting the poor thing

Witness your weeping

But I, you don’t notice.

Don’t stare at your mirror

You won’t find me there

Don’t be enthralled

By their pretty faces.

Don’t listen to them

You won’t hear me

Don’t join their play

They’ll win the game.

Take a break

From questioning

Why you’re made this way

Take heart

My princess

I’m with you always.

Look from within

You’ll find me here

Waiting for you

To uncover me.

A message from

Your True Beauty.

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