although it was different was beautiful just the same. Of course, you couldn't tell her that.
She wouldn't believe you. She hides herself behind rods of black grass, putting on a mask hoping that she can hide what she thinks she is. Sadly, what comes out is a reflection of beauty hidden under some disguise marking itself as strength when all it really is is fear.
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