fifty-third

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she always loved the clouds,
it intrigued her how each one is interpreted differently by others.

just like her.

to one, she is a mute girl with a notebook.
to another, she is a creator of beautiful words.

words don't have to be spoken to be brilliant.

everyone else is a sun, they shine no matter what.

there is no other interpretation, they are always bright.

all she ever does is bring darkness upon their light.

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