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A few months later,
She felt better.
She resorted to healthier means.
She could see her thigh gap, now.
She felt proud...
It was new,
Her imperfections were slowly fading.
She felt that her looks were near perfect.
She felt that her curves were near perfect.
She felt that her clothes were near perfect.
But she still did not have any friends
And that imperfection annoyed her.
Her perfections didn't matter anymore.
She came home and snapped at her parents.
She triumphed over their looks once again.
My parents are imperfect, she seethed,
And there's nothing I can do about it.
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rules of attraction
Poetry(Previously titled Imperfections) --------- When her perfect little world topples over, will she be able to pick up the imperfect, broken pieces?
