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by cole   Oct 15, 2007


Independent, pretty, sweet, and unique...
She begins her downfall...
Tempting discoveries overwhelm her morals,
Eating away at the sweet barrier of her beautifully complex self.
Her unique self image corrodes and reassembles conforming to her competing environment.
Her same soft face is tinted with tar.
Her warm smile turns ice cold.
Her supernova eyes lose brilliant colors.
Foreign pieces are hammered and squished into her puzzling life, consisting of miss-matches and temptations.
False aspirations blind and contrast her loss of hope.
Spiraling down a chimney, nothing to grab onto...
The life-saving arm of a familiar stranger appears...
"Do you believe in fate?"...

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