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Sep 2015
She is a chaotic mess
Who is a genius yet makes no complete sense
She is weak but willing to fight the war
She constantly asks herself, "How long and how far?"
How long until the storm ends?
When will her thoughts finally be her friend?
Because inside, it's a monstrosity and it's killing her with curiousity
Consumed in her chaos, in her little paradox.
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