There once was a girl

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There once was a girl not quite like the rest. 
Her personality matched her eyes, you were never quite sure what colour they were. One moment light, like the bright blue sky. The next so dark, that if you looked really close you could feel the darkness.
She liked dressing up. Sometimes she would dress up as an astronaut, standing upside down, amazed by the universe, ready to jump into the unknown. And sometimes she put her lion costume on and walked around scared that her lion mane was not big enough to rule the jungle. 
She did not care to fit in. But she was quick to discover that the music her heart plays very few people dance to. 
She was not sure if she believed in God. But she believed in good, and that was much harder. 
People liked telling her stories. She understood them but did not find the characters appealing.
She did not care for the right or the left, she always went straight. That seemed right, but more often than not it was left. 
Her favourite colour was red. The colour of her lips, when she was angry. The colour of her cheeks, when she was embarrassed. The colour of her heart, when it beat so strong that sometimes it was all she could hear. 
Her legs were long. The little bumps on them reminded her she always stood up after every fall. But after the fall comes the winter and the winter one can not skip. 
She had big eyes. Though they were big enough to see the whole wide world they could not see what was not ready to be seen. That bothered her.
She liked being organized but the messiness fit her better.  
When a cloud would appear she never feared. She liked the sound of the rain because the storms inside her had company. 
Her body was filled with warmth. The kind of warmth that made her forget she too can get cold. 
She never did what she was told and she took great pride in that. 
She had a lot to learn but learning people do not like to teach is hard. 
Her heart held some close but never feared to close. She was stubborn that way. She did not like closing doors but when she did, she made sure the slam would be heard. 

Special is a heavy word. She wore it with grace.


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