She was formed of pastel sunsets, the kind that you'd sit and admire as the sun buried itself between the hills, shying away behind clouds of pretty pink and purple shades covering the sky in hope.
She was the kind of pretty you'd only find in nature, like a blooming lavender; symboling purity which was evident in her eyes, devotion which she carried in her sweet heart, grace you could see in the way she dealt with the people around her, serenity you could feel from her smile, and calmness that instantly takes over you when you see her.
An ambitious and adventurous little girl, afraid of hurting the people she loved, she stood up for herself and for what she believed in. A smart mind that wanted to do good for the world.
Simply, she was magical, the product of nature's most beautiful aspects.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
