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Beauty?
I'm a beautiful flower
rotten to the core
still stuck to those I'd cower
from like some stupid whore
I'm still in love with angel
I can't move on quite yet
even though I've fallen
my mind is still set
Beauty is relative
and all I would recieve
I would gladly give
I wish to god I'd die
or just be able to loosen up
maybe even to cry
into a paper cup
because no matter how it leaks
I'd still seek
the bottom of my life.
