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SHE COULD HAVE BEEN
ANYTHING;
BUT SHE STAYED NOTHING
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Her eyes had always been so lively. They talked, they did. You could look at her, and you would know exactly what she was thinking, just by the ways her eyes sparkled.
Her hands, they were cold and mysterious.
Her hair would move in the softest wind.
Her heart was burning forest.
Her soul was tangled in that small body, waiting to be set free.
She had gold and silver scars lining her wrists, her legs, and her stomach. Each released her wonderful butterflies, but kept her awful demons.
She would seek for something that would never be found. She liked things such as riddles, and especially loved clues and hints.
She was waiting for her own horizon.
She was a mountain.
Her voice was like a storm.
Her thoughts were a hurricane.
She was a disaster.
She was like a tsunami.
But after every tsunami, lays a rainbow ahead.
"Ellarose,"
and as quick as a whip,
she would flee.
