i wonder if people long ago looked perfect
and that now we are just pieces of
something
that once was perfect and beautiful
and we are just some odds and ends of something that was
and we can never be again
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Randomi don't know if your quite done with me yet but i know i am and it's killing me how much i can't stand looking in the mirror to see myself it's not a lie it's not for attention this hate this indifference i hate it but i hate myself more