She looked at her like she was the biggest star in the galaxy. Like she was the light in the middle of the darkest night. Like she was the end of fighting after decades of war. But in the end the girl categorized her with the disheartened past troubles of other men and her she is, sitting in darkness yet again.
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Non-FictionShe was a walking art piece , something with creativity sketched into the depths of the piece.
