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Aug 2020
You are broken.
A fragile package
dropped before you even reached the door,
Left there cracked, and cold.
Every warm touch shatters you more.
Even as they admired the pretty exterior,
The pieces inside were now shards.
Sharp, and stabbing.
Piercing you straight through..
Your light spills out while you are Surrounded by the joy of others
and you wonder...
"Don't they see my pure luminescence streaming away...
Until I am empty?
Until I am left with only darkness?"
Did they even know it was there?
Had they just assumed you were always a hollow doll?
Dayda Base
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Dayda Base  Boston, MA
(Boston, MA)   
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   Nidhi Jaiswal
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