she is a mess... a beautiful mess... of everything she has ever been in her entire life. all of us are in a way, but she can handle it. she isn't a specific kind of person. she is caring, loving, and cheerful. she is everything she has ever liked, and she embraces all of those differences. she is a kind of different I will never be able to be. she is all of the colors of the universe, individually and together all at once, woven into messy braids and crazy laughs and silly arguments. she will always be in my heart, my sister and best friend, till the very day I stop breathing.
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teeth
Poesiea collection of thoughts, emotions and very short stories - in progress. I guess you can call it, "poetry".
