Her name started with bold cobalt blue, highly vibrant, ending with a light purple mist, easily forgotten.
She was often neglected by her peers. Her above all else was the last person you'd want to forget.
Her smile was full of life, while her eyes hid great sadness and dispair beyond comprehension.
She was motherly and caring, always knowing what to say, although she never spared words for herself.
Once, she found someone who made her feel special and loved, but now, she'll never know if there will be another.
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For the one who is lonely, may you spare kindness for yourself someday, and all your dreams come true.
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The Ways of the World
PoetrySome poems inspired from life. Maybe some other inserts of things here and there.
