She was a kind stranger, I had never met anything of the kind, or anyone stranger…

To some a freak, to me unique

To some she seemed lazy, and a coward… To me she was bravery and power.

To me she was sweet, to some sour…

She told me she didn’t care about them, or me, in-fact, she was only there to smell the flowers…

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