.she

.first.

Her eyes,

of golden brown hue,

dancing with honey due,

flashing a unique color.

Her lips,

a pathway of flowers,

whispering dear words in the air,

never failed to bleed.

Her skin,

a masterpiece,

a canvas of scars,

a memoir of the past.

Her heart,

spewing bouquets of flowers,

speaking unknown words,

broken and beaten in the shadows.

Her soul,

of silver stardust,

twinkling in the night,

a mirror of what's inside.

She,

a true treasure,

undiscovered by most,

clawing her way to the world.

She,

a broken being,

struggling to survive,

struggling to live.

She,

beaten by the pain,

bleeding, sweating, crying,

covered by the marks of her own mistakes.

She,

a fallen warrior,

scarred by those she loved,

died for those who never looked back.

That girl,

broken and beaten,

wearing rusty armor and shield,

still she stands,

and walked her way forward.

That girl,

is me.

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