"She wasn't like any other girl, acting stupid in front of boys for attention, running around shopping malls with bags on her arms. She was simple. Calm, yet cunning in the way she thought about things. She was into romance, the kind that made her think differently for a change. The kind that showed her how good things could be, rather than the pain and suffering in which once had been. Her long, wavy hair, when not entwined in her lover's fingers, flowed down around her eyes, onto her shoulders, and down her spine, usually protected by the warmth of her beanie. Her eyes sparkled every time you'd look at her, given you were the right person. The way a lioness would look at her enemy, calmly, yet malevolent and fearsome nonetheless. While her heart was full of hope, her lungs sponged with narcotics and tobacco, her body reminded her of her mistakes, both past and present. An hourglass figure, encompassed with the beauty that comes with any Irish woman, one would admire her robust features should they be revealed.

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