Michael Carini | MOSTLY FOR HER
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And there were a lot of days she wore things that didn’t quite feel right. Most days it was a smile.
And though flawed, she was the perfect imperfection.
Some people show you a highlight or a brushstroke, but she painted you the entire masterpiece, flaws and all.
A budding flower fighting to blossom in obscurity, the weeds tried to bury her beneath the dirt…and still she rose.
And her love was pure gold…But gold can be melted down and forged into a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands.
As the world threw stones at her, she collected them and built a massive wall to protect herself. Though the barrier succeeded in keeping the bad outside, it failed by never allowing the good beyond it.