Some days, I'd stare at the sky and whisper, "Perfect."
Sometimes I'd gaze at the mountains and say, "Breathtaking."
At times I'd peer into the deep sea and think, "Amazing."
But everytime I look at the mirror I say, "Beautiful!"
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 1:21 PM UTC
Some days, I'd stare at the sky and whisper, "Perfect."
Sometimes I'd gaze at the mountains and say, "Breathtaking."
At times I'd peer into the deep sea and think, "Amazing."
But everytime I look at the mirror I say, "Beautiful!"
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