She shattered the glass box in which she was kept.
Through the cracks and broken fragments,
she saw a different world.
A world in which she was
the perfect daughter,
the perfect student,
the perfect friend,
the perfect lover.
She had the perfect body,
free of scars,
free of acne,
free of all imperfections.
But as she navigated her way out of her broken reality,
she sliced her porcelain skin on the glass,
and became broken beyond repair.
She died trying to achieve a perfect reality.

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