I used to know her.
She was kind but, scary.
She was happy but, lonely.
She was accepting but, terrified.
She was gentle but, strong.
She was crazy but, dependable.
She always laughed but, cried.
She was true but, hid.
I am so sorry.
She doesn't exist anymore.
She just faded away.
Just ask her.
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Memories! Thanks for sharing.