Beauty
I use to hurt
Crumpled into everything around me, fell in the dirt
Until I looked in the mirror and saw past the face
And into what lay inside behind my two eyes
I saw what was in the human race
Courage extending out of skin and into the world
And my pain shattered into what is within, my inner
Beauty
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