The Thing that Counts

Sat, 11/15/2014 - 11:56 -- tmblue

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I wake up every morning,

stuggling,

to find something beautiful,

about myself,

my legs aren't flattering,

neither is my kinky hair,

but when I stare in the mirror,

I look passed,

all the hair,

and the unwanted feature,

knowing that,

my personality is flawless.

 

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