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In the broken glass, a girl stares, Her eyes filled with despair and sorrows. An image reflect, of weakness and failure, A constant rejection. Each puff is a bundle, a heavy groan, A voice gossip says "you're always not good enough." The heart of a cage, locked in despair, Trapped in this darkness. _____βββ_____
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