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They were good,
Just not good enough.
They tried, so hard.
But to her, only others' parents were perfect.
Her parents were condemned to imperfection.
She mourned over her life
And found herself, one day,
Wishing for another
How nice it would be, she thought
To have a different life,
To have different clothes,
To have different looks,
To have different curves,
To have different friends,
No, she decided.
She loved her friends.
She felt their perfection, then.
She felt their loving presence.
She felt at home, away from her imperfect life.
At least she did,
Until that army matched away, trampling on her heart,
Leaving her castle to crumble.
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