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Beauty
I was never one to bask in my own beauty or believe it to be true I had any to bask in. But today I steep in my beaut like a tea bag, let it soak into my lungs and drown out my hatred. Today I am graceful my beauty dancing along my tongue as words flood the room, each one full of meaning. Today I forget my insecurities and sing life into my lungs again. Today I am imperfect, and everyday that is beauty.
Published 16th Oct 2019
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