prologue.

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    +  she wasn't special. she didn't have breathtaking talents to show off, nor did she have immense beauty that could captivate the eyes of many. she wasn't granted many gifts, she was average in school and academics, thus portrays her as yet another common being. she wasn't much of a thinker, more of a feeler, as she was someone who was prone to react emotionally than logically. she hasn't presented an eloquent speech, nor did she even have the boldness to speak up for her beliefs. she wasn't known for much, rather anything.
she was just there.

living, breathing, existing. she was there. her presence was faint, it wouldn't make anyone think twice of her existence. she was just here. and it never made me bat an eye.
she was adored by her friends, she was loved and it was shown in her smile. she was never known to violate the rules, or caused an act of infringing to the school's illustrious image. she never failed to empathize with her peers, nor has she ever done wrong amongst anyone. she was a kindhearted and altruistic person, a sense of relief when she's near. she was a soft spoken one, but when it involves the ones she cherishes, the flame she represses inside of her is ignited, and then erupts her delicate voice as she verbalizes the overflowing thoughts that were hushed away within her head. she would do anything for her loved ones, even for strangers on the streets. the one outcome she wishes for everyone isn't closure, it was peace. no matter the person, she wishes they have peace in their life, and if needed she would contribute to help them attain the peace she believes everyone deserves.
she had so much love and expressed it so effortlessly, so vulnerably.

she wasn't special.
but oh, how precious she is.

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