Two Truths And A Lie

She was a girl whose mind was like the Bohemian Rhapsody.

Whose backstory turned into a tiny voice in the depths of her mind, occasionally screaming.

Whose attempts to start-over made her rediscover herself and force her to face her past.

Whose words were like Panic! At The Disco lyrics, rarely making sense.

Whose story was haphazardly strewn about with randomly littered characters and unrequited emotions.

And she approaches you with lean and tanned hand, offering to tell you her story.