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Ugly in the sight of many but you chose to stick on me

Not a wishy washy thinking Nor a roller coaster feeling

A hush from heaven shuts up everything

To have me isn't fine, but you said, "You're mine"

Just look up and spread your wings

But I reckon not to choose, each one serves its purpose

For when I am tried and purified, I shall come forth as gold.

I thought it's gonna be hard, but no, it's not!

It's not about the gift, but the purpose of it.

It's yours, and you want to share it, but you can't have it yet.