Me, through you

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Maybe it's because she always cries when it rains, or because her favourite song is the sound of her own heart breaking. Maybe it's the relentless ticking of the clock on the wall that drives her crazy, or the birds in the garden that she could sit and watch for hours.
She wants everything but she's too used to procrastinating. She's ambivalent yet full of passion and opinion. She's talented and ambitious yet going nowhere. She's damaged yet she longs to fix others.
She's a contradiction of the highest order. And maybe, just maybe, though she'd never admit it; that's why she deserves to be loved.
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