A mirror reflection can grant me a trance,
As I overview my figure below.
Wishes fly round like flies pestering the world,
But what I wish is a mountain full of baffle.

When perfection doesn’t complete you,
Dimes in the rough they call you not.
Verbals filled with hatred,
Can change what you see in your mirror.

Don’t listen to a world of such kind,
For ugly and hideous are words of a fairytale.
Every feature is a visual of wonder.
What you see in the mirror is a figure called you.

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