She was beautiful.
She was beautiful in the way that she gave everything she had without thinking.
She was beautiful in the way that she broke time and time again for someone who wouldn't reach out their hand.
Just once could someone be beautiful to her.
For everything she was, was everything that broke her.
A self reflection on self pain and the impact on inner beauty.
Le sigh
we stand with Palestine
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My Mind; A Collection
PoetryPoetry collection from a junior in high school who struggled <3 Now a college student, who fondly looks back when she struggles <3
