True Beauty
Behind the glitz and the glam,
Is just a face.
That is something,
You cannot erase.
Covered by things,
That are not you.
Once they are removed
You are true.
I am perfect,
With or without.
These things are nothing,
No doubt.
You may say that,
My mirror will break.
However you can never say,
That I am fake.
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