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Stalemate.

With a frustrated sigh, she decided to wash her face, The soap could seep through her flawed skin. It could carry away with it the filth and the dirt that had gathered on her face through the day. The gushing water and the bubbly soap could do wonders, but Could the soap seep through her flawed mindset? Could it carry away with it the desolation and the loneliness that had gathered in her heart through the day? Her gushing passion and her bubbly persona could do wonders, but She pulled her hair back with a frustrated sigh, and decided to wash her face.
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wide-eyes
Published
May 27, 2015
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#poetry#metaphor#frustration#emotion#flawed#stuck#imperfect#teenage#deadend
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