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7d
ME.

   I am who you want me to be,
I am perfect in your eyes
But to myself,
I am nothing.
Nothing enough to be called—
Perfect,
  In your eyes
       Nothing without the version that you see.

      To you I only exist in a fairytale.
You only see pierces that fit the puzzle you made for me.
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