Her

It is her, the girl that is always seen. Though kind-hearted as she was, she was always considered a freak. Her hair was a deep brown that matched with her pale skin. Her eyes were always a deep shade of blue or green, or occasionally in between. Her smile, which had seemed to have frightened some, was the excuse for brightening anothers' day. She wasn't the tallest girl around but that is what makes her unique. Her body was always as a pear but few never seemed to care. She had always dressed in her casual way. A band or movie themed t-shirt, dark colored jeans and a pair of black and white converses. Her feet were tiny but that never stopped her from taking big steps. Though she was no man's perfect image of a "dream girl" she was indeed perfect to those her truly cared for her. She had always had a passion for engineering and writing but she would only let one define her life. Her personality was bubbly and sweet but she was the one who no one ever wants to see sad. Though her appearance does not bring people her way, it is her heart that makes her seen. Her heart is the true thing that defined her. Her heart was pure and made of gold. She always tries whatever she can just to see a friend smile. She is that girl who always has a shoulder when someone needs one to cry on. She always has an ear whenever someone needs listened to. She is always there for everyone even when no one is there for her. It is her, she is me.

 

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