At last she was their center of attention, the most important person in the room. All the people to whom she offered a part of her heart came and made her feel special. Finally, they all gave her the love she has always been worthy of. She would have been happy had she not been encased in a narrow wooden box covered with glass.
Had she been breathing to witness all this, she would have died from so much happiness.
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Mediocrity
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose that border on mediocrity. Do not expect anything great here.
