"She"

I was writing about a woman but I didn't want to state her name because it made the pain more bearable.

                                                                             She

  

She isn't just anyone to simply push to the side. Everything reminds me about her, even pain. Without the pain she caused me I wouldn't ever be myself. She is a vehicle of inspiration, a muse that will forever be stained on the walls of my mind. I appreciate the beauty, her mind and the potential that she brings into the earth. She isn't someone you find unless you're dreaming. She is the calm before the storm.She is more free than the wind. She is one of none. But. She is not perfect. She appreciates her mistakes. She listens but will not truly do as you say because she needs her own experience. She admits her faults. She embraces her flaws. She gives her all to those she loves and ends up forgetting about herself. She holds a soul that I held in a past life, the familiar brings us closer.  Who is she ?

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