Her warmth reminds you of the summer heat; that peachy-orange light touches your skin as you watch.That peachy-orange light caresses your skin as you watch.The ocean waves roll back and forth.
But being near her feels like a curse.
A dark recluse from the world.
A sentient being, separate from humanity.
She is a question, never the answer.
She’s easily mistaken. Misunderstood.
Her words only reach those close to her,
But never to the masses,
She’s powerful in her shell, but never meant for others.
She is a lost soul, wandering in the quiet darkness. She is quiet, a shadow in the dark.
She is both the wind that soothes you on a sunny day, and the one that sends a chill down your spine.
Yet, she is a gift.
A gift for those unheard,
A gift to her family, for breaking the silence of societal norms,
A misfit, yet sensitive,
Asocial, yet needy,
A sensitive soul, and that is all.
She is a sensitive beauty.
Drunken Soybean 
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