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She just sat there and thought.
Then she came to the conclusion.
She thought and tried to imagine
A life without her mother, however imperfect.
And she decided-
There was no life without her mother.
She also realised-
What you cannot live without cannot be imperfect.
Her mother was perfect.
Tears steamed down her face as she thought even further.
Her father was perfect.
At that thought she let out her humanity,
She let it out in the form of tears.
She cried like a child, she shamelessly let everything out.
Finally, her father came,
And she held onto him like an infant.
She wept onto his shoulder
Saying sorry, over and over again.
She didn't know what else to say.
Her father just caressed her head
And slowly lead her out of the school.
She hung onto her father.
She hung onto her lifeline.
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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?
