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You stand up, you start to shake.

You're afraid, their eyes watch you again.

Their words cannot define you-- But you let them tear you down.

They judge, you cry. Don't try and fit their description.



Pull at your sleeves, tug at your skirt,

becoming so degraded- You're a piece-of art.

Your heart tells the real story-But you hide your scars.

They judge, you cry. You can't fit their description.



It's not the body you are in, But the you inside the body--

That's who you are. You are beauty. Let your heart tell the real story.

They judge, you won't cry. You can't fit their description.

So why try?

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