Hopelessly entangled, she was a little disturbed inside. Often misled by those she loved and encouraged by the love less. She cared not of the not's in her life but she seeked acceptance universally. Her careless self beguiled her seldom, to be all gay and gallant of thoughts she did not wholly perceive, to smile incessantly and dwell miserably. Oh! but she had an enigmatical face to balk others, frustrate their wits leading to faults they all despised. She had a magical smile that bestowed her insolent wisdom over her sinless mistakes. She had courage that contradicted her endless laments. She was beautiful to look at but shed pain, pain they could not endure. So they stared and gazed and looked but never went close for she was wretched. To them she was a mirage.
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