Beautiful
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Category : Poems
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I look at the Mirror
Looking at all my imperfections
I grab my tools of problem solving
I start with my skin, then eyes, then lips, and so on
Once I am done I look at this Mask of beauty
I wash off this Paint of lies and begin to cry
I leave and walk this empty street
I think to myself
I am Beautiful
