The little girl is a broken shell of a person that still somehow makes herself be herself.
She is a girl of her own invention and everybody else's.
She is a maze of a fun house mirror's distorting everything she is or could become.
She is part truth,
Part lie,
And most impossibilities forged by pain.
She looks in the mirror and blows herself a kiss with a jaunty wink to disguise the darkness in her eyes.
She pretends.
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