Overcoming abuse

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  I am just a girl. Unaware and overdressed. Spent too long looking in the mirror You weren’t there I guess  
Paper folds when you bend it a certain way. Its rips with a twitch and crinkles under pressure.                                        Flung away by a gust of air, It   f r a g m e n t s   by droplets and singes by flames.
When I see
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