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ImPeRfEcTiOn


I can't stand to see my reflection, seeing someone of such imperfection. The person i see, has no reason to breathe. She has no true friends, always left alone in the end. She has no real mother, ignorance has her smothered. She has no real dad, not that that's something she ever had. She is someone so insecure, no amount of love could be a cure. She is weak inside, no matter how much she hides. She lacks physical beauty, that results from physical cruelty. She resembles a caged animal, with her heart so fragile. She is a flightless bird, spirit broken with hurt. She is forever alone, she has nothing to show. The person i see, is in my reflection. Who knew i could be, filled with such imperfection?
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