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- she was never good at anything outside of herself, fragile and lost to worlds deep with in, always uncomfortable in her own skin.

 

she was never good at anything, outside of herself, always just on the precipice of an emotional pendulum, lost in the swing.

 

she was never good at anything, outside of herself...

 

 

( poem by me )

 

 

 

Done