She stared at an image not entirely by her will everything about which had her stop still She hesitated to stay but wouldn't leave just yet not before her eyes made her palms wet She held the image and wiped it clean then declared it was the ugliest she had seen for its features lacked intellect and wit she added, black color would seem fairer than it Its teeth were all crooked and nose so big and hair so curly like one nightmare of a wig She suddenly fell down like it was too much to take the burden of looking good for society's sake She lifted that image once again it was trapped in a mirror, but felt her pain They were all so heartless who convinced her she was worthless it is such a pity she was labelled 'dumb' instead of 'witty' and ugly when she couldn't have been more pretty And here she was, looking at the mirror with hatred in her eyes she could be cured, despite ...
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