The world wanted her to be a splendourous pulchritude.
But all she could ever be was a bestrewn mess.
Yet the mess was simply the depiction of faint colours.
Those faint colours portrayed the scars she had.
Perhaps those colours were indiscernible to the world.
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delirium
Poetry[POETRY - lower case intended] ephemeral emotions swirling in form of delicate words.
