She was vibrant, yet complacent. She was charismatic and confused. She fought demons in her sleep and she chased angels among the clouds each dawn. Her fairy tale isn’t the same as stories she heard in childhood, yet she believed in a life no one else could imagine. Her reality wasn’t that of this world for she was connected to a realm that was unseen to others. She thought herself to be alone. That no one would understand what she spoke of.
In a world where she could be anyone, she chose to be herself.
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