Who are you to tell me that I am anything short of beautiful?
Who are you to tell me that my heart is not purely gold?
To judge me is not a privilege given to you.
For I am who I believe myself to be.
Who are you to tell me that my heart is not purely gold?
To judge me is not a privilege given to you.
For I am who I believe myself to be.
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