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You see who I am on the outside,
but I can't.
I'm just standing here,
waiting for my wings to form and spread
into my true self.

After every recovery
of my crushed heart,
I heal myself
with the warmth
of my friends

My reflection in the mirror
is not who I think it is.
I see a girl, but
that’s all I see.
Time after time,
Piece after piece,
I see the real me.
And my true soul began to take of
Its mask.