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She was young
She was kind she was lovely and had a right mind She was a happy child Golden within her temper was mild and smiles were flippant Her skin was fair her eyes were blue She had golden hair and happiness through and through Her parents adored her everyone too She was their world as everyone knew As the days passed and years as well She became more beautiful and lived in her own hell Many people stared many people gawked Her face was a mirror when her innocence was lost She never told anyone No one seemed to care Because she had bright blue eys and long golden hair |
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This is both beautiful and sad!
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She was young She was kind she was lovely and had a right mind She was a happy child Golden within her temper was mild and smiles were flippant Her skin was fair her eyes were blue She had golden hair and happiness through and through Her parents adored her everyone too She was their world as everyone knew As the days passed and years as well She became more beautiful and lived in her own hell Many people stared many people gawked Her face was a mirror when her innocence was lost She never told anyone No one seemed to care Because she had bright blue eys and long golden hair Wow. This is a very powerful write, and commentary. It reminds me of something I saw posted years ago on the subject of "Beauty," and how an individual's pain can be easily unseen or unattended to simply because one is outwardly seen as "Beautiful" ...leaving him or her in a state of isolation. |
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This could sum up modern society and the standards of beauty quite well. Nice write.
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This Ouch, oh ouch. Beauty is not the only skin deep here. Scars don't always show, yet it feels as though they are glaringly obvious. You did a great job with bringing the depth to the surface.
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She was young She was kind she was lovely and had a right mind She was a happy child Golden within her temper was mild and smiles were flippant Her skin was fair her eyes were blue She had golden hair and happiness through and through Her parents adored her everyone too She was their world as everyone knew As the days passed and years as well She became more beautiful and lived in her own hell Many people stared many people gawked Her face was a mirror when her innocence was lost She never told anyone No one seemed to care Because she had bright blue eys and long golden hair Loved this write, well done. |
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She was young She was kind she was lovely and had a right mind She was a happy child Golden within her temper was mild and smiles were flippant Her skin was fair her eyes were blue She had golden hair and happiness through and through Her parents adored her everyone too She was their world as everyone knew As the days passed and years as well She became more beautiful and lived in her own hell Many people stared many people gawked Her face was a mirror when her innocence was lost She never told anyone No one seemed to care Because she had bright blue eys and long golden hair Wow. This is a very powerful write, and commentary. It reminds me of something I saw posted years ago on the subject of "Beauty," and how an individual's pain can be easily unseen or unattended to simply because one is outwardly seen as "Beautiful" ...leaving him or her in a state of isolation. Now, try the entire thing with "ugly", instead of "beautiful". Then you get what my point would be. |
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She was young She was kind she was lovely and had a right mind She was a happy child Golden within her temper was mild and smiles were flippant Her skin was fair her eyes were blue She had golden hair and happiness through and through Her parents adored her everyone too She was their world as everyone knew As the days passed and years as well She became more beautiful and lived in her own hell Many people stared many people gawked Her face was a mirror when her innocence was lost She never told anyone No one seemed to care Because she had bright blue eys and long golden hair Wow. This is a very powerful write, and commentary. It reminds me of something I saw posted years ago on the subject of "Beauty," and how an individual's pain can be easily unseen or unattended to simply because one is outwardly seen as "Beautiful" ...leaving him or her in a state of isolation. Now, try the entire thing with "ugly", instead of "beautiful". Then you get what my point would be. Absolutely...The implications of "lookism" are far reaching, hardly specific to one group of people. I hear you
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She was young She was kind she was lovely and had a right mind She was a happy child Golden within her temper was mild and smiles were flippant Her skin was fair her eyes were blue She had golden hair and happiness through and through Her parents adored her everyone too She was their world as everyone knew As the days passed and years as well She became more beautiful and lived in her own hell Many people stared many people gawked Her face was a mirror when her innocence was lost She never told anyone No one seemed to care Because she had bright blue eys and long golden hair Wow. This is a very powerful write, and commentary. It reminds me of something I saw posted years ago on the subject of "Beauty," and how an individual's pain can be easily unseen or unattended to simply because one is outwardly seen as "Beautiful" ...leaving him or her in a state of isolation. Now, try the entire thing with "ugly", instead of "beautiful". Then you get what my point would be. Awww, that's kinda sad 
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