Find her in the poems she writes.
Find her in the metaphors and faces she hides behind.
Feel her emotions, read between the lines.
Drown in her thoughts, the endless puzzles and secrets of her mind.
See her soul through her eyes, feel her heart while holding her hands.
She may look like a mess, a tragedy, an eternally damaged soul for others, but she's still full of hope.
Still she is one beautiful tragic mess, not broken just bent, one day she will learn to live again.
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