The Queen.

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She walks around like a normal girl. She's got the whole universe in her chest. A galaxy so beautiful that you stop and stare. She tastes like stars and damn she shines brighter than anyone in the whole damn world. She always wear black. Like a queen in her cloak she shines. Glitter on her eyes to match the galaxies within. Look into her eyes and you might not return. You see something that can't be unseen. You see everything. You see her soul. Her soul feels like you are in present of a angelic queen. You see your soul. Your soul feels like something different. It can be the most beautiful thing in the world. It can be the most horrific thing. You get so lost you fall to the ground. You feel high. You inhaled her scent. You won't get addicted because all addictions are evil. You'll always find her in the darkest corners with those golden eyes and the feeling of serenity buried into everything that she is and will ever be. Meet the queen and you might save your life.

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