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She was a walking catastrophe.

The one who thought too much

spoke too little

and often spent her nights staring at plain white ceiling

whilst everyone else dreamed of sadder things.

She was a dreamer.

with a powerful mind hidden behind

a broken self-esteem and a voice even weaker.

She was a dreamer.

Hoping and praying for finer things in life 

rather the comments of people that left wounds to sting.

She was merely a silent, lively soul

who sang without a single care in the comfort of her own.

She was a walking catastrophe.

With a silent

powerful mind that wished for the sweeter

finer things in life

she was a dreamer.