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Aug 2011
Sometimes
late at night,
I go into my bathroom
and I look in the mirror
and smile. Because it is
the one time I ever feel truly
beautiful. Just me with my messy
bun and smudged eyeliner. And I am
glorious. Just who I was meant to be.
I am beautiful.
Written by
Anna Parsons
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