She was never adaptive. It never was her strongest attributes. She always lacked courage to leave people and places and things. She built a strong ever lasting connection with everything she held or touched or felt. She loved with every fibre of her being. She knew she wasn’t the best. She acknowledged this fact. She was never good enough for anything. She wasn’t fantasy. She wasn’t anything special either. Her eyes didn’t shine bright. She wasn’t poetry. She wasn’t any marvellous creation. She was just a silly girl who was silly enough to be happy to be the second best.
#heart #sad


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