People will never look at what you contain
They see you physically as just plain
They complain about your size
Your skin, your nose, your hair, even the color of your eyesBut underneath all that is ignored
Hides something that could be adored
Like a treasure underneath the ground
We must dig it up to see what can be found💎💰
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The Butterflies Have Gone | ✔️
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