she's the girl:

She's the girl with pens in her hair.

It's because it is an unreliable method, a slapstick attempt at being beautiful, and some abstract form of her person. She changes the caps to reflect her moods but they only come in different shades of gray. She also likes how it'll look different everyday so she can be her own new person and stop feeling like the same spawn of the devil over again.

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She's the girl with ink on her fingertips.

It comes from the cheap newsprints where she looks for jobs since maybe she could better achieve someone else's expectations if she chose them herself. But running down the lists, she realizes that she doesn't fit any description at all. She always wonders why the blue-black tinge is the color of bruises but can't ever scrub or shake it off completely.

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She's the girl with poetry on her wrist.

Everyone thinks it's because shes so talented, so artistic, so… special- but it's just to give them something to focus on other than her scars. It's a symbol of what she feels bubbles and boils under her dragonfly skin. She always was a dark one who said she traded her anima with the demons beyond the point of no return.

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[you might think she eats, lives, breathes writing. But truth be told: she's just a fucked up soul looking for solace.]