She’s the fragments of things
The bare ideas of objects she adopted
Characters of fiction
In the books, she have read
Lines of nostalgia
In the songs, she have heard
Speeches of reverie
In the movies, she have watched
The mere conception of everybody
Imitation of thoughts someone knew
Her truest form gone, cast aside
Been forgotten, she’s unknown
A lost torn piece
Could we get her back?
She’s a girl living in false reality.
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