I was a child who was everything
but she became nothing
She was adopted by the world full of sorrrow
The world that made her broken
The world which she worn its scars,
That made life H
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She was a dead walking man

Until one day, I met him
I looked into his eyes,
Eyes with sparkles of change.
He made life H
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He smiled at me and,
his smile repaired my broken parts.
His lips uttered the words "I love you"
and they made me a complete angel because...
Now my scars are seen as stars.