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by Simply Sara   Oct 5, 2008


She isn't real.
She'll never be.
Everything she is,
was never really anything to begin.
Shattering screams is all she hears,
As she falls deep within her mind.
She cant come back.
Too far taken.
Forsakenly tainted.
Accursed beauty.
Breathe into her once she'll become your clone.
She knows nothing.
A puppet whom seeks a master.
That is what she is because...

She'll never be.

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