Hidden in a hole,
Far under the ground,
Lays a girl whose soul is broke.
Beside her rests her tattered wings,
Torn off her by the world.
She knows she was never good enough,
Her beauty flawed by nature,
Her core too boring,
Her mission too clear,
And her compass set too north.
So since she will never be accepted,
She has decided to hide,
Away with her broken wings,
Where no one will criticize her,
No one will laugh,
Where no one but she-
Is perfect.
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