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Different.

She wasn’t normal. She didn’t think like them or feel like them. She was never in with the crowd, or your cliche beauty queen. She was tough, a tom boy with a soft heart. She dreamed more then others, and sometimes got to feeling down harder then most. But my god, she was beautiful. Just her essence seemed to capture everyone but her. It was her curse, everyone say an angel, but all she saw was demons.

 

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