I knew you as
Simple imperfection
Beautiful
But scarred and lost
People were blind to the wounds
The tears
Deaf to the screams
Watching it...
It killed me
And as I tried to heal the wounds
They only became distant
You ripped me apart
Until I knew the truth
And for so long I have been trying
To find the real you
But you left
And turned me into
Simple imperfection
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