She was Herself
She was fragile,
A subtle kind of beautiful,
yet strong
In mind and opinion.
She was clever,
Quick to respond,
while clouded
With silent doubt.
She was a conformist,
Quietly shy in crowds,
but loud and individual
At heart.
Along her way,
She felt love and loss,
Remembered and forgot,
Listened and was heard.
She was Misunderstood,
She was Herself,
She was Flawless.
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