I am the broken beautiful
I am the broken beautiful
I wonder who I will become
I hear the voices of the haters
I see myself rise above
I want to rise above
I am the broken beautiful.
I pretend I can fly
I feel gravity
I touch the clouds
I worry that I will fall
I cry for Kurt
I am the broken beautiful.
I understand that I’m loved
I say that I am patient
I dream that I am kind
I try to be humble
I hope that I won’t fail
I am the broken beautiful.
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