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A pick me up for when you're down.

Your hair may be red or your eyes may be blue.

Do you know that you're beautiful because I don't think you do.

You may wonder how I know this since I don't know you

But there is something beautiful about everyone of that is true.

As it may be early in the morning or you may be going to sleep.

Just remember one little thing, a message to keep.

Stay strong beautiful, live today to its best.

Whoever you are, know you’re not meaningless.

People may call you names like ugly and fat

But they only say that because they‘re mad you're the opposite of that.

If you are called beautiful that is good too.

That means there are people who know the real you.

Go look in the mirror and put on a smile.

Go living your life with your head held high.

You may have experienced pain, you might be scarred for life.

But how do you know your heart is working if it doesn't break once in a while.

Falling down is part of life and getting up is as well.

You may get up with some help or all by yourself.

It’s not how you get up but that you got off the ground.

It shows your life who is boss, helps you stand your ground.

Go live your life love, live it up to its fullest.

Walk with a smile on your face and remember you’re gorgeous.

Remember it’s not how you got knocked or whether you got help or not.

It’s about showing life who's boss by standing back up.

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michelle-nyamekye
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Jan 18, 2013
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