Her Name is Lee...

My beast, that is. She is stronger than me. Kinder than me. Reminding me that my life is worth living. I thank her a lot for her companionship. She was the one who wiped my tears when I cried, consoled me when I'm sad, scolded me when I did something horrible to myself. I love my beast so much. She saved me a lot. More than anyone knows. 

         If she was sitting next to me, she would give me that billion dollars smile, smirking at me, noting my cheesiness as I write these words out. She would tease me, complaining why I have to write these down when I could easily just talk to her. But deep down I know that she is happy that I decided to write about her. Hence, the obvious change in my blog's name. I want to be just like her one day. Hence.

          Do you have a beast like I did? 

      

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