"That Girl". Is all she ever was.
"That Girl".
Too normal to be remembered. To different to be forgotten.
She never noticed.
Living her life with a lopsided grin and too big eyes.
Wondering of worlds soon to be discovered. Wishing upon stars that, by the time she saw, had already burnt out.
She walked the open streets. Marvelling at the broken, auburn leaves in the gutter. That Girl saw beauty in the simple.
She heard notes on the wind and felt freedom in the waves of the sea.
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Poetry"She is that one extra school book you always buy but never use. She is that song you always skip on your favourite bands CD, there's always one. She is the clouds in the sky, so common they are dismissed. She is the dead flies on a logger...
