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I see the magazine in


I see the magazine in the store,

of all these pretty girls and more.

I look at them and think silently,

"Why can't those looks be one me?"

I see my reflection from my phone, and think,

"Why aren't my looks well enough alone?"

Then I see what really matters;

The thing that makes the boys teeth chatter.

My true self is what is best,

to pass the true "beauty test."

What really we should ask is,

"Why are those models hiding behind that mask?"

I like my figure and appearance,

so I can rock the clothes on clearance. 

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