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Through Outside Eyes


All the eyes surrounding.

broken.

un-fixable.

Cracked from a fall she had no control over.

Left on the ground.

shamed.

beaten.

Ego; too young for legs.

Perhaps I am broken.

Perhaps I am lame.

Most would walk past it.

Find lies,

In their truths,

But what if you’re young,

without knowledge of real truth.

conform.

mold.

be.

That’s what you would do.

You become what they make you,

hate.

you.

too.

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