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I'm so pretty, I know,
and not very exotic,
but pretty with red hair,
turning white at the temples,
and that's pretty too.
I have big, round eyes,
a thousand expressions
cross my face,
and I've gotten used to
my smile's effects,
on me, on others.
I'm smart and I'm kind,
pure of heart, because
all things are pure
to the pure of heart.
I see the good in everyone.
I have ambitions, positivity,
gentleness, determination,
and I forgive all their
faults, all their imperfections,
and edges.
I love my emotional richness,
and my gifts, my talents,
and my thirst for
doing new things imperfectly.
I am so perfect, just as I am,
exactly as I am.
I am a thousand past lives,
blurred by a finger through wet paint,
smearing all the details.
When they leave, they say
you are pretty, you are awesome,
you are smart, you are kind,
and someone will be lucky
to have you.
Someone.

Anyone?