Individuality outspoken,
though often quite broken.
I need to change who I am,
so incomplete due to the sins of man.
If I stand up and ask for your saving grace,
will you deem me as just another pretty face?
Can your sympathy not expand to where I dwell?
Which if things don't change, it will be hell.
Save me from my circumstances,
let me be granted second chances.
I refuse to be just another face in the crowd,
another name to be forgotten.
I may kill the calendar with wasted efforts
and meaningless days,
but still my outpouring is genuine.
Am I too lost to be saved?
Honorable winner
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