Maybe people couldn't see it, but she had her own kind of beauty. A beauty so unique that it brought the people who did see it crying on to their knees. A beauty so loveable that it was hard not to love every piece of her. A beauty who's originality would never fade away. She was special in her own-
The way her eyes shone. They way her lips moved when she talked and how they curved when she smiled. The way her chest moved when she breathed, and her beautiful angelic laugh that made people go crazy.
She was a person with flowers in her heart. Flowers which she gave to everyone at some point of life. Little did she know that she was killing herself just to save others. She gave pieces of her heart to mend others.
But who was gonna mend her?
Maybe it's true when they say that the more you give, the more they take.
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RandomHey. This is not any kind of a story, and I'm sorry to disappoint you if you were expecting one. It's just my writings and rants bout this world and yes, fandoms too. I hope you do enjoy it. And don't hesitate to comment to me about anything. Bu...
