United States
41° 46' 19.1352" N, 87° 40' 22.4652" W

If the mist's red had a thousand words, they'll all be deleted.For when it comes to expressing herself, all emotions are depleated.Her heart zig zags into a distant world, hoping not to dissapear.While all her inner emotions sprout roots of fear.What are these words I'll never forget?A memory of a beauty who stands big and strong.She smiles for the world, but will always feel alone.Soil drenched in pain, from the ones who hold her.Still she'll always love again until the earth is over.While the rain is tough, she welcomes it with praise, for once its over, she'll flourish into an essence of illuminating rays. Though people like her are meant to be distant,the rareness of her heart, will forever be resistant.

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