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She used to look at you in a different angles
her inspirations, her strength, her knowledge, you looking upon her tears that shed were they all worth all this denial of pure discouragement She find it hard to talk, breathe or even look it's too hard now patience and acceptance were her virtues not anymore not with you exhusted that she could no longer find comfort and support She flew far, just to keep her from falling too hard again Maybe she should have spoke, maybe it's too late now She could understand the meaning of 'demoralised' How could one make it all better once more imperfection was who you saw she was imperfection was who you made her to see imperfection was all she could feel How touch could never heal How words could never hear She was left to stand and not fall sit and not walk away But she chose..... to walk away in tears and never looking up once again
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+*In Perfect SiLence*+
+*interest*!+
+*In another Merryland*!+
+*HeLLo STrAngER*!+
+*New piX uploaDED*!+
+*BoreD?*+
Click on START first, and wait till the background color changes. Once it changes, hit STOP! The addiction starts here..
+*Weren't they just memories?*!+
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