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He's so beautiful and broken

It's like he's my dark poet, my very own black beauty

He dresses up as a villain because he truly relates to them

He thinks he's a monster

To me he's compassionate, goofy, and has great potential to be someone I'm proud to know

We're strangers

I stand watching from a far

Admiring his jet black dyed hair and blonde stubble on his cleft chin

He's eyes their the color of emerald

He dulled his gems shine by doubting his greatness and effect in people's lives

If only he could see himself through my eyes

Your heartbreakingly beautiful, babe

If only I was his friend I'd show him how important he is

That he's not alone, that he doesn't have to be

If only my mind and maturity level matched my age...

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