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She is Me

Beauty so she was. Kind so she was. Ugly beautiful, beautifully ugly so she was. Strong, divine- tired of time, so she was. Lost in a huge small world. No difference between, happiness and misery. Nothing to say- yet, full of words, so she was. The world so blinded; however, the truth is easy to feel. Purposes are ultimately opinionated, so, is my purpose creativity? Every-thing constantly changing, so was she.

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