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I wish I could go outside myself,
And see what I am like,
Would I be beautiful?
Like the wings of an angel,
Would I be scary?
Like the heart of a demon,
If I was outside myself.
This is what I would see.
I would not see an angel,
I would not see a demon,
Simply something in between.
No wings of an angel,
and no heart of a demon.
Just a girl, scared of many things,
and cant admit to true love.

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