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Beautiful Me.


Looking at this picture on this cell phone screen.

I can't help, but to close my eyes and dream.

I picture sparkling blue eyes with beautiful brown hair blowing in the wind.

Gorgeous rose petal pink lips with ivory pale skin.

With a height of five eight.

An apparent struggle with my weight.

A blemish or two here and there.

Loads of freckles everywhere!

I don't wear makeup most of the time.

What's the point with a beauty like mine.

The dream spoken of earlier on you see

Wasn't a dream at all, in fact it was me.

Freckles and flaws to no end.

I am beautiful in my own skin.

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