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Nov 2020
She was alone, but for some reason she's happy.
She doesn't need someone to give her flowers to light her up.
She doesn't depend on someone to do things for her.
Yes, she has trust issues.
She doubted herself,
She thought of not being good enough.

But she wasn't, she was everything.
She was the combination of both tragedy and magic.
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