Who is Going to Love Me Then?

I am pretty.

I am intelligent.

My shiny hair catches the sun when I’m outside.

My skin glows.

There is nothing wrong with me.

Until my golden brown hair no longer has sun to shine in.

And my skin is surrounded by darkness.

What then?

Who is going to love me then?

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