She was a writer.
The words on the page mirroring her innermost thoughts.

She was a thinker.
A whole universe of beautiful thoughts running through her head.

She was a fighter.
When all odds seemed against her she pulled through.

She was a lover.
She loved so purely and greatly even though sometimes it wasn't returned.

She was a carer.
She looked after those who were stuck in the dark and she helped mend their broken pieces.

She was a dreamer.
And she is my friend