Comfort in her chaosA Poem by BeuHannaFor she had a storm so strong inside of her, She would leave an aftermath inside every person, she had touched Dangerously flawed was her chaos, that yet, could give the weakest, comfort Brittle was her heart, broken was her mind Yet untouched was her inner being She built walls so high, She herself could not climb them She would never be understood, not even the strongest attempt a success, for she herself did not acquire the knowing Of what made her the way she is and how long she would, to herself, remain a mystery
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