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olb Oct 2017
Beauty
It means something different to everyone
I once felt beutiful
But then I was called hot or ~****~
And I was told that I had a "nice ***"
Then I felt ugly
I hated my body because of the degrading names a boy call me
I was trapped
But then I broke from those chains and found myself again
And now I see my beauty
It was there all along
It will never go away again

— The End —