all i think is her

She drowned so much in books that she could barely recognized her own self She is a combination of all the characters she adored and all the places her mind has been to. It was overwhelming to be with her yet so comforting That the world would bend it's knees for all the things that is in her head She isn't Einstein but her knowledge and wisdom are unparalleled She isn't Aphrodite but her beauty emanates when she enters the room She isn't part of the Army but her bravery surpasses them She isn't perfect yet everything she does felt like it.

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