ㅤㅤ𑁍 ࣪ ˖𓂅 she was chaos and beauty intertwined. a tornado of | .

ㅤㅤ𑁍 ࣪ ˖𓂅 she was chaos and beauty intertwined. a tornado of roses from divine

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𐀔⋆ﾟ⊹ she looks like art, in the form of a poem. she never fit, in the eyes of the world. but tell me, how could someone who found comfort in the chaos. a masterpiece of tragedy, fit in the eyes, of the ones who did not feel. she has bookself for a heart, and ink runs through her veins. she'll write you into her story, with the typewriter in her brain. with all the stories that she's penned, of the people who flicked through her pages. they say she's just like snow, beautiful but cold. but once she cared too much for someone who never cared at all. the cold is just a shield to take care of her soul cause all those that come in take a piece from her and go. all she was before was beautiful not cold but someone broke her soul a couple years ago. as cold as she might seem she cares more than you know but hides within her shield and let's her feelings go. she has a kind heart with good intentions. she's just struggling with a very troubled mind that makes bad decisions. 𓆤

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