Walking
On stone-packed ground,
Feeling the glorious sunlight and its warmth.
One step
At a time.
Walking,
Minds
Alight
With bubbling ideas,
From pen
To paper,
Pages overflowing
With words,
Look in the mirror,
What do you see?
Someone,
Who will always be ugly?
Someone,
Who will never be pretty enough?
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