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For you, 

dear reader.

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She cries,

grabbing her hair,

throwing things at her mirror.

Wondering why she isn't pretty and fair,

wondering why she doesn't have perfect hair,

wondering why her nose isn't straight,

wondering why she doesn't have amazing curves,

wondering why her eyes aren't the color she wants them,

wondering why her body isn't the way she wants it.

She's just wondering,

but it drives her crazy.

Tell her,

 it's okay.

Tell her, 

she's beautiful.

Tell her,

that even if the majority of people don't think she's pretty that,

there will always be people who think she's absolutely beautiful.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

She just has no idea yet.

But then again, 

I don't need to tell you what to say.

I'm sure, 

you already know what she needs to hear.

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Please stop, let's face it.

I might not be there holding your hand,

I might not have any idea what it's like,

you might be breaking and barely holding yourself together,

but I promise,

things happen for a reason.

Life has it's highs and lows.

You're just feeling those lows, 

they might even last for years, 

but I promise they will go.

They might even be gone tomorrow.

The highs will be worth it.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

These are two poems that all have one thing in common which makes them one. Thank you all for 2k reads. I hope, if you relate to any of the poems, this made you feel better.

I hope you have a splendid day and a great life~