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She was flawed, completely; but not in the way she thought. She was flawed in the way an artist ruins a white canvas with a beautifully colored sunset. she was damaged, in the way the night sky is broken by the dawn
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Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC
Flawed completely
She was flawed, completely; but not in the way she thought. She was flawed in the way an artist ruins a white canvas with a beautifully colored sunset. she was damaged, in the way the night sky is broken by the dawn
At times she had confidence and at times she felt as if she was a scrap of something used up
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Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC
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