She loves to love.
She loves intensely and wholeheartedly.
Some say she's a little too much- too much something.
To her, they are a little too closed- too lacking of something.
She dresses like every outing is a stage.
She dresses for the shock and the questioning glances.
Some say she's a little too much- too much something.
To her, they are a little too safe- too lacking of something.
She makes decisions as if she has nothing to lose.
She lives in the moment for the experience.
Some say she's a little too much- too much something.
To her, they are a little too guarded- too lacking of something.
She carries herself like she is unbreakable.
She is an optimist and tries her best to take things as they come.
Some say she's a little too much- too much something.
To her, they are a little too lost in a dark cloud- too lacking of something.
Some say she's a little too much- too much something.
To her, they are a little too much tunnel vision- not enough human.
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