Angel
I was once called beautiful,
I know that I am more than that.
I never deny any of it.
I am so sweet and kind,
I don’t know why people are trying to put me down.
The only person I rather try to define,
That is living in the purity of my soul.
I spread my wings to fly in the air.
Then let my negative thoughts sit in silence and stare.
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