An exterior made of titanium, an everyday mask,
an interior made of rose petals and broken glass,
drink away tears that's inside that silver flask,
this world is a portal, within a dangerous mass,
been through hell and back everytime,
looking through metal bars at a silver dime,
escape many times but end up back again,
so innocent at first but turned rotten again,
inside artist deep within,
outside starving for the hopeless hope lurking within,
alone in the world with broken angel wings,
dumped in homes now filled with devil wings,
a strong mind to survive the pain,
scream with art in the pouring rain,
in the end it's lessons and partial glory,
back to a life of art and rebuilding Astrid's broken story

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