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Feb 2011
she is perfect. everyone says. but she knows it's untrue....
miss nothing, miss broken, miss empty, miss forgotten....
if she's so perfect why does she feel so empty inside?
everyone has a different answer.
but nothing.
will fill the emptyness....
happiness....is out a her grasp...she falters and twists..but the pieces fall through her fingers...slipping...slipping away.
Written by
Sofia Dismus
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