Beauty
Everything is beautiful.
That’s what I learned
When my world was ugly.
When they trapped me
In my own shadows.
In that dark place,
I would look through the thick haze
And notice how beautiful things can be
When you had nothing else to see.
When I escaped that dark place
And ran from the ugly
It left me stripped of the shadows.
So I draped myself in sunshine.
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