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You think you are not beautiful,
because you have aged.
There are wrinkles on your skin;
little grooves that speak,
"I have been through so much
and have much to teach."
You look in the mirror
and you see a stranger to who you once were.
But all I see is you:
the beauty that you are.
Age does not kill beauty,
only cruelty does.
And though cruelty has touched your heart and soul,
you are still as beautiful as you have always been,
if not even more so.