All My Flaws
Perfect. Happy. Put-together.
I get that a lot
Alone. Messy. Confused.
I feel that a lot.
They say bent wings cant fly
They tend to bend as the make up wears them down
Take it off, start to sprint, jump
I'm flying
I can fly, no one would know that though
For now I'll keep that to myself
I'm ready but everyone else is not
I guess I have to wait.....
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