She says she fears the dark,
but in it,
she finds comfort.
She squints her eyes when there's light,
but she would light up a candle,
because it's the flickering light that makes her alive.
She says she does not like to talk,
but in her mind,
the conversation is never-ending.
She says she likes to be alone,
but every now and then,
she craves for warmth just next to her.
She says she don't like pasta,
but alone at home,
she cooks for one-man share.
She says she don't like movies,
it's not the movie that she don't like,
It's the aftermath.
She says she's disappointed,
but with every new possibilities,
she looks forward to a new beginning.
She says she's not a girly girl,
but in her closets,
lies skirts that she never had the chance to wear.
She says she does not cherish friends,
because those who she cherished,
betrays.
She says she's hard to understand,
not because she is,
but because people don't try,
and so does she believes.
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