Nobody knows the real Her, all of Her, we only know parts, the parts She lets us see and different people see different parts. She shows us what She wants us to see and nothing more. This is strategy. She doesn’t want anyone to know all of Her, not Her parents or siblings, not Her closest friends, no one.
She won't tell you exactly where She's going or what She's doing. She'll answer your questions in a roundabout way, not giving you any real answer. Only telling you parts of things, this is what She's best at. She rambles on about nothing but everything, telling you 5 different stories at once, all different, but all related.
She wants no one to know Her whole story. She doesn't want to know it Herself.
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