She would never make judgements before telling you how selfish or unbelievably kind you were.
She always thought that if someone was mean, they were just having a bad day.
She knows how much she loved the world, but she did not love herself.
She would hurt herself for liking everyone and everything.
She died without an enemy.
She died without a friend.
Everyone just labelled her as 'the nice girl', but she hated them for it.
She didn't like people looking at her scars.
I want you not to be like her, but to be just the same.
I want you to listen to her, but not hear every word she says.
I want you to hang on for dear life, but let go at every opportunity.
I want you to fling yourself off a cliff, but to hang on until you were told to jump.
I know it's hard.
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