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She.

She is that piece of art hard to make a meaning of- too shallow, too foolish. She is that piece of art not aesthetically pleasing even at closer look- plain, dull, ugly. She is that piece of art nobody would dare tell about anyone- a total waste of time. She is that piece of art in a blink of an eye forgotten- gone with the wind. She is that piece of art easily praised by everyone yet nobody would dare display, instead, kept hidden at the attic until it has turned into nothing but complete dust- not even in anyone’s memory.
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Jun 8, 2020
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