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A beautiful mess
She longs for the soul she once loved. She longs for the feeling of loving and be loved back equally. She’s a woman of strength and wisdom. She’s a woman of dreams and passion. She carries with her a heavy burden of all the eyes that look up on her. Of expectations. Of judgments. Of failures. She hid herself from the caving walls of her past. She loved and failed, then yet, she tried again. Tried to love but somehow holding back. Holding back what she thought she once had but didn’t. She relies on a truthful lie and a hopeful doubt. But amidst all that, she stood up. A mess of her own. A rebellious angel. But fine in her own way. Flaws make her whole. She believes in her capacity. She is a woman of flaws. Of imperfection. But she is also a woman of purity. Of courage and strength. A mess of fictional flaws she claims she has. She is a woman. A woman made of a mess. But a beautiful one.