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Dec 2013
She is turning into her nasty habits again

Skipping meals

What was once inside her goes down the drain

She never saw what other people saw in her

Why was she so mean to herself?

She didn't want to be broken

But she didn't want to be fixed

She always thought everything was just fine

And nothing was a big deal

Is she blind to whats around her?

Who is this girl?

Could she be me?

Could she be you?

No one will ever know who she is

Because she is a mystery and always will be
Olivia Rose
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