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They say beauty is on the inside But even the Nobelist of people have wicked secrets. So who really is beautiful? No one. Beauty is a man made idea So society can value one person above the other. Since there is no real beauty There's no ugliness either. Just pretentious people, Spending their entire lives trying to prove their better then everybody else. We all do it. We are human after all. We try so hard to be different But we all end the same way Dead.

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