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Beauty is immeasurable.
For it is a perception,
And there is nothing that humans do not perceive.
How we percieve the world is a reflection of ourselves--
of our innermost weaknesses.
On Tuesday I ran home
Just to get away from school
I can't stand how the people
Are so judging, are so cruel
They look at me, disgusted
As if they wish that I was dead
