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2d
A being so yielding,
Yet so easy to break.
Soul’s component so rare
It must be a mistake.

Here on the outside,
The inside seems gangrene.
And there’s no one
I’ve known
That knows
What I mean.
Something is wrong that the whole world judges “right”.
Is it a flaw in my mind, or just in my sight?
Written by
The Wilted Witch  F/Canada
(F/Canada)   
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