The real me
~a heart once so pure
Heavy with burdens
~Smiles turn to gold
Shy to break, soft to hold
~molded in flawless to be just flaws
~A heavy broken smile is all I am
~A heart so shattered and battered is all it is
~Screaming is all I say but you don't hear
~For his so-called music is what has saved this fallen angel
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