Her. Yes her. A jumbled up catastrophe of trouble, yet a magnificent disaster. Misunderstood but then, clear as day! so beautiful when understood. Imagination flows out of her like if she created imagination herself but yet no one seems to notice. Only the thought of how Foolish and reckless she is, is said among them. But People don't know her like I do. Only a dreamer can hold that much fearlessness. No other dreamer can dream like her. Unstoppable, powerful, and courageous. Something I could never be. Flaws so perfect that are perfectly imperfect. She is walking art. Art you might see day to day in places of inspiration. Concrete on a wall She is Graffiti.All Rights Reserved
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