Beautifully blessed

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Beautiful are those, who have acceptance in life
Who smile too often, give positive vibes
Who appreciate everything and take care of others
Who finds it easy to be humble
To whom toxic things of the society don't bother
Who love themselves the most and don't care what people will say
Who are brave enough to fight back
And kind enough to pray.

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