Beauty is sunshine.
Bright, dazzeling,
though blinded by clouds.
Others cannot see it.
Each cloud is an arm,
forcing you back.
Doubt clogs your mind.
Is beauty trapped only inside?
You fight hard to shine through,
but it’s not truly them holding you back,
it’s only you.
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