Feared
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Bonjour. You look at my beauty, you look at my prevelent poisnous poise,
And none would expect that I would have such a secret.
But my outer shell does not reflect the inner noise
"A deadly weapon in disguise
But i keep my head down
Horror fills their eyes
I search for patterns on the ground
Bright lights fills night skies
But I still feel bound
I look up wishing I could fly