She’s a girl that doesn’t take no for an answer.
A “give me clarity or I don’t want it.” Kind of girl.
A “give me consistency or I don’t need it.” Kind if girl.
A girl that only needs you to give exactly what you get.
Nothing more and definitely nothing less.
She’s the girl that you get when you’re indecisive.
When you don’t know whether you want to be loved or to be alone.
When you can’t decide between selfishness or selflessness.
She’s the kind of girl that’s afraid to open up.
Afraid to be who she is out of fear of judgement, but she does it anyway.
She plots, she seeks, she scopes, those who are worthy of knowing her beauty inside and out.
She’s the candle in the room that burns out slowly but surely, however she remains lit for the satisfaction of others.
She’s mysterious, yet an open book.
Honest, yet secretive. Needy but not helpless.
She’s a painting, a masterpiece made up of a million strokes of pain, laughter, love and grief. Put together in a canvas that will mold her tiny strokes.
She’s a pretty face with an even bigger heart, that loves and cares until she is torn apart.
She is a lover, a fighter, a dreamer.
She is me and I her.
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