Beyond Repair
I know there's something beautiful inside me,
Nestled in between all my imperfections.
My exterior is broken,
Like an angel stripped of its wings
And left to scramble across the ground.
If beauty is pain I must be gorgeous,
More gorgeous than any wearing halos above me.
So in case you were wondering,
I’m fucked up beyond repair
So just avert your eyes and keep on walking.
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