she has gone
wax like, her skin
drowned to madness
almost too sad to be tragic
the madness eventually found her
let her go, left that space where she walked alone
there are many like her, nameless
the case studies, slimming to vacant perfection
self mutilations, masking pain of parental divorce
Pinning plastic cookie shaped identity
we have brought her back, she looks outside
asking the world, how do I look?
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