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People stared and whispered,some in awe and others in disgust every single day,
They couldn't understand why she would purposely live this way,
Oblivious to their disapproval she walked past as dragged her thing,
Tugging and pulling on the string,
It was a corpse made out of trauma,
misery, pain, and tears,
She built it as her life progressed
over the years,
Every time she was on the verge
of giving up and ending it all,
She took that hurt and molded it
into a ball,
Sculpting a hand,or a leg, or some bodypart,
Creating a...