An undercurrent washed her away from the shore
An acceptance she never truly wanted
The one she never asked from someone
True
She is silent of what she is
Secretive of who she was been
Of what scars she bore
But is this how people see her?
A beauty, only from the outside
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I hope this sounds more poetic but I cannot change that. This is a piece of an unfinnished fiction I hoped to publish.
~Flaire