Oh what a waste

Prettiness we waste. "See me! Hear me! I'm walking my best, looking my best, smiling my best!" The silent cries fills the air. You can't breath because you're fighting so hard to keep your smile over the surface. And nobody notice your hair. You did your best. And there's a new chance waiting for you tomorrow. It doesn't matter how hard you fight. You will never be satisfied. A pretty heart is wasted in a lost game. Where's your hope little dreamer? Being free is a winner's spirit. Having the right focus is a key. And then we dream bigger and reach higher. We say: maybe we can do it! This is a better path


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