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The Spell

Perfect girl she's nothing but pretty.
But she can't see the light.
She's drifted in pity.
No one can save her.
She's on the spell, that every one falls victim to.
The spell of wanting to be beautiful.
The spell of looks and likes.
The spell the world puts on you,
And the spell that can never be broken.
Unless you see right through that mirror.
And see who you really are.
And not the image that people want you to be.
Because you are beautiful and pretty.
And no one can take that from you but yourself.