torn

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she was a used book.

her pages were torn from

the year of misuse by her hand.

her words were faded from

the lack of light in her world.

and her spine was cracked from

the weight of her melancholy.

if only someone cared enough

to read into the true meaning

behind her desolation.

maybe then she might

care to notice 

that she is starting to

fall apart at the seams.

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