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Don't call me beautiful Then shatter my hope Laugh at my hopes and dreams As if they were a joke Don't call me beautiful Then ignore my existence Call me up at late hours
Often I look up to the Skies Relishing the beauty it holds Adorned at night by twinkling Stars And daily by the fiery Sun The full moon so enthralling The wavy Clouds so gorgeous
I am young and free
What is considered attractive? How is beauty measured? Aren't we all special as individuals?