//one//

//one//

she was a beautiful mess filled with,

colors she had yet to discover.

she was a beautiful mess with

a sharp mouth and gentle eyes

she was a beautiful mess that saw the world for what it could be

and not for the harsh world it was

she fought for what she thought was right

and never backed down

she was a beautiful mess, filled with flaws

and weaknesses

and at the end of each day

she wondered

who she was

and what was she doing?

yeah, she was a mess

but she was also kind, fierce and beautiful

and cared wayyy too much

she was a beautiful mess

and that was okay

~ diana

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