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You were my gift to the world.

I created you as the perfect image,

for everyone to appreciate.

You were so beautiful.

Why did you change?

 

Everyone told you 

that you were unacceptable;

never to be deemed as wanted.

But I loved you.

Isn't that all that mattered?

 

I guess not,

because you threw me away

like a toy from your childhood.

We were meant to be together,

until the end of time.

I just have to wonder, why?

 

Now as you grow older,

you've become more distant.

You're no longer the perfect person

that I made you to be.

You have changed your appearance 

to fit the "beautiful" images you see 

in those magazines.

But this superficial life was not what I planned for you.

You have degraded yourself,

and the morals I instilled in you.

 

I can only hope that one day,

you will come back and see how great you are with me.

And maybe,

just maybe, 

you can be the person I wanted you to be.

 

 

 

 

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