She grows more beautiful by the day Not only on the outside But also on the inside That doesn't really exist physically Her reddish blond hair Cut short to match her green eyes The window to the pond in her soul Full of pain and full of love Full of hurt and overflowing with happiness Sometimes the rain falls within her But it mimmicks the world And a rainbown appears Chills spread through out When she thinks to herself "I'm going to make it"Birth sign: Libra
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