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The world adores a beauty,
Praises and prays.
Maintaining it is a person's duty.
So not let it pass, forever it stays.
Creeps eyes roams around the whole body,
Scars?Ohh, hiding behind a hoodie.
Painted with makeup, still they pain,
One day, they will burn again.
He isn't masculine, she isn't
feminine, they say,
To those onto the self discovery's way.
She isn't curved much, not slim enough,
He isn't bulky, big and rough.
Who derived the term ugly?
Nobody's satisfied and free.
This disease has no cure,
This led everyone to be insecure.
Indeed being beautiful is a crime,
Someone wishes to be someone all the time.
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My Melancholy (Poem)
PoetryMelancholy is strong, but my art is stronger. 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Melancholy in my tears, as they flew through years, Melancholy in my veins, Playing hurtful games. 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•...
