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G00ki3P00
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So it took me awhile to write this and I know, it's not even good.
When was it that ones' possession made them beautiful?
If beauty is what we own, or what we are born with,
Are some more fortunate than others?
If that's the case, some people may never be it.
That is not always what beauty is though,
You see, a glace can make up ones mind,
But one who truly looks for beauty, looks for what's within.
Is this even a poem!? Any tips?
When was it that ones' possession made them beautiful?
If beauty is what we own, or what we are born with,
Are some more fortunate than others?
If that's the case, some people may never be it.
That is not always what beauty is though,
You see, a glace can make up ones mind,
But one who truly looks for beauty, looks for what's within.
Is this even a poem!? Any tips?