entry one: she.

she was guarded, closed off, particular about
who she let in.
she was overprotective and never understood why
things happened the way it did..
she was happy, but her happy was seen
as sad and angered.
she was hard as a rock and soft as a peach.
she had a way with words on paper,
never had a lost for words there. on and on she
could go, the paper was her escape from reality.
she was a dreamer, a go-getter, a trendsetter.
they tried to bring her down, but
she…she always came out triumphant.

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