eloiselauraus
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She lived in the world of cameras
flashbulbs kissing her skin,
paparazzi whispering her name like it was sacred,
magazines calling her the girl with the gaze too soft for this world.
But she was never theirs.
Not really.
She moved like moonlight
seen by all, touched by none.
The girl in couture who never needed noise to be noticed.
A mystery in diamonds.
A lullaby in lip gloss.
Always standing under the spotlight,
but forever belonging to the stars.
They watched her,
they named her,
they tried to write her story.
But she was never just another headline.
She was a feeling.
A dream.
A presence.
Starstruck - that's what they were.
Every single one of them.
And maybe,
deep down,
still are.