She was

She was dramatic at times, passionate in her own right. Her heart fluttered at the sight of possibility. At the hope of finally finding her spirits kindred soul. She was obsessive at times but in the best of ways. The type of obsession that spoke in waves of desire and crave. She had a soul far greater than most engaged. Most days turning away from the woman displayed. She was unlike any and to this she proclaimed. Although often alone, she never once stood in shame. 

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