Dear Beautiful
Dear Beautiful:
From then until now
Your scars still show
Your tears are dried
and when people speak
it hurts.
Dear Beautiful:
You think you are so unnatractive
You think that weight, status
and a better face
will make people turn their ways.
But, Dear Beautiful:
You are wrong
What eyes can't see
and hands can't touch
is what makes you
the most beautiful of them all.
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