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My sweet Belle

Sometimes when I read your poetry, I sit here completely and utterly stunned.

I think to myself "how does one sixteen year old girl, contain the pain of the world."

Now I don't mean that you literally are Atlas, but you embody the thought of having the world rest upon your shoulders.

I sit here, stunned... thinking, what tragedies have you survived, to bring you here. What obstacles have you taken on, to show such a deep level of understanding of agony.

How? how does one sixteen year old girl, convey the worst of the worst, and still shine brighter than the biggest constellation out there?

You're such a kind and golden girl, your soul would be such a piercing white...yet your mind such a storm.

I sit here, stunned, with a single tear trailing down my cheek, wondering, how could this ethereal girl know such misery. And how do I give her relief?

~As always, feedback is welcomed with open arms~
This is dedicated to one of the most important and wonderful people in my life. From the minute I met her I knew she was meant to be in my life. I'll tag her below so you too can experience the magic that is Belle. I don't know what I'd do without you, love.
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~ Do what makes you smile :)
yours truly (Faith)