She's imperfect, but she tries.
She is good, but she lies.
She is hard on herself.
She is broken and won't ask for help.
She is messy, but she's kind.
She is lonely most of the time.
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie.
She is gone, but she used to be mine.
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