How long can I stay here?
I do not belong.
I'm a shattered mess
surrounded in this portrait of beauty
which is closer to perfection then natural.
How can something so mangled be in the middle
of something so perfect?
From a distance it looks like a perfect scene.
A happy girl laying in a perfect meadow.
But from my view the meadows beauty
also sends threats and taunts me.
But I must hide and show others the appearance
of who I used to be.
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