She had a lot going on, she did. But she didn't let that get the best of her. She was beautiful like no one knew she was. Even though she had a way to smile and keep her pain hidden, none of what was going on around her truly fulfilled her happiness.
She was a beautiful mess.
The way a flower grows and it grows beautifully. At the same time when it withers it shall die beautifully...
She had a way with words and ways to help people understand their inner beauties but she could never understand her own. But she was a masterpiece herself.
She was more beautiful than flowers.
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Auburn Dawn
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