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She was quiet
But not in a nice way
She was the silent storm
The blow that came out of nowhere
The one you never saw coming
She’s been through hell you can’t even imagine
Her scars are a shield
Her words are weapons
She can’t be controlled
Tamed
She is the wild wind
The rebel without a cause
The broken fallen angel
She’s beautiful like an ocean in a tempest
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes
She walks in the wake of battle and turns her head to the blood-red sky
And smiles.
She is quiet
Not in a nice way
She is quiet the way
Lightning
Makes no sounds before it
Strikes
— Yushan C.