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by Taylor Jun 26, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Behold her beauty, hair fire red. Behold her sadness, this fragile frame never fed. Take in her astonishing features, in her reflection she fails to see. Take in her magnificent mind, that through fear fails to be unique. Just watch her movements, as she floats and glides. Just watch her friends, who have abandoned her side. There are so many significant signs of beauty, At every viewpoint or surface even beyond eyes reach. There are so many disastrous realities of pressure, her wonderful mind never let preach. To count the ways in which she could shine, is to number the stars with naked eye. Enticingly impulsive, her appearance you have all missed. Ecstatically impossible, heaven's gates she has kissed.