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She woke to bright lights.
She couldn't understand,
But she lay there, admiring
The perfection of the white lights.
As she lay there, finally
She got tired of the monotony of the perfection.
She should have learnt then,
Perfection is monotonous.
But no.
She slowly lifted her head
And saw.
After the perfect lights, their imperfection was a stain.
She felt the need to snap at them.
She was in the hospital, she now understood.
Her mother broke her prayers
And immediately hugged her, softly whispering her name.
But all she felt was disgust.
She didn't know why, she just did.
When her father tried to talk to her,
She told him to shut up -
She felt triumphant, watching their hurt faces.
She couldn't bear their imperfection.
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rules of attraction
Poesie(Previously titled Imperfections) --------- When her perfect little world topples over, will she be able to pick up the imperfect, broken pieces?
