Beauty

She was beautiful
But not where it mattered 
Her heart was bigger than her ego
Her smile stretched farther than any sunset id ever seen
But her story was more tragic than the cruel people in this world
She came out of each and everyday with a smile
But went to sleep with nothing but an empty heart, a blade, and a story;

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