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Hi, my name is T but the ladies call me ugly,
Except for the one who interacts with me so cuddly,
Maybe its because she can see past my physical,
The inner me isn't spectacular but far from typical,
And people don't understand in her what I see,
Tattoos and piercings cover a body hella skinny,
Plus she's got problems, borderline crazy,
And I don't know why but that's my type of lady,
We balance eachother out, I'm quiet she screams and shouts,
I keep my composure while she's constantly stressin out,
But she's always there in my moments of weakness,
hold a barrel to my temple she won't let me complete this,
task sayin she'll kick my ass if I blast,
I'm at rock bottom but I've got to laugh,
The perfect compliment to the demons within me,
My halo totin angel always there to defend me...