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I don’t know who this shadow of a girl is

She lives in my being and eats away at my passion

I don’t recognize her smile...

I don’t think I’ve ever seen it

She smells of dead flowers and lost dreams

Translucent, paper thin as if she will crumble at

The feeling of wind

Folded inside herself

A crumpled paper ball of all the things I wanted to be

Swallowed by broken promises

Spit out by reality.

I don’t know who this shadow of a girl is

And she’s all that’s left of me.