beautiful
I get tired
But tired is what I feel
I get weak
But weakness is only a mere thought
I get insane
But insanity is only a child’s play
I get soft
But soft is not me
I get jealous
But jealousy is partial
I get mad
But madness is for a period of time
I get ugly
But ugly is insane and insanity is weak
I get disturbed
But disturbance is temporal
I get stupid
But stupidity is mad to make me insane
I get paranoid
But been paranoid can’t make me a paranoiac
IN ALL THESE, I GET BEAUTIFUL
Beautiful is great
I get extra-ordinarily good*
Extra-ordinarily good because I am blessed.
I am blessed because the one who made me beautiful blessed me.
you're beautiful, you're beautiful...
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