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The room dropped an oddly chilling degrees.
A man entered the room.
The man was the doctor. The doctor with the results.
He was their oxygen, their hope.
He would either crush their dreams or save them.
The doctor was like a robot. He did this every day. He didn't realise the importance he held for the families.
His mouth moved, " Your daughter is alive." He said nothing more.
As soon as those words had escaped his mouth, the family cried tears of relief.
They were thrilled Delilah was alive. But Delilah wasn't happy.
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Poetry[WATTYS 2015] Perfect. Our human nature goal. It's our want. It's our need. We want the perfect appearance, the perfect family, the perfect career, the perfect husband or wife, everything has to be perfect. But what exactly is perfect? ...
