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Jun 2017
She walks with her head down,
staring at the ground,
Never locking eyes with those around.
She never goes out,
Never leaves the house.
She doesn't have a crowd,
No one she hangs around.
You call her odd, or flawed.
Maybe even an everyday reject.
Well I call her perfect,
In every aspect.
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MaddieMads22
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