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Feb 2019
Everyone thinks she’s perfect
Like everything’s presented to her on a golden tray
But did no one notice
The slits on her wrists the other day?
Covered in white plaster,
With red peeking through
No one sees the demons
Pushing her closer and closer too
And the boulders on her shoulders
Invisible to the world,
Make her a little smaller
imperfectstranger
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   --- and Perry
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