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The world demands perfection’s guise,
A flawless mask, a truth that lies.
The beauty sought, a fleeting dream,
A shallow song, a silent scream.
Beneath the crown, the weight is real,
A battle fought, the scars concealed.
Each polished smile, a story untold,
Of hearts that break, of souls turned cold.
The mirror whispers, sharp and sly,
"You're not enough; don’t even try."
But deeper still, a voice remains,
A call to rise above the chains.
For beauty fades, as seasons do,
And worth is found in what is true.
The soul’s light shines beyond the face,
A boundless glow, a lasting grace.
No need to chase what cannot stay,
For love endures when masks decay.
Lift up the veil, let shadows part,
Find beauty rooted in the heart.
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