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My name is Emma. The soft but wild wind blows through her hair, she's young, and her life is a book yet to be written. Such beauty she contains says some, but she chooses not to believe it. Her knowledge is full of wisdom beyond her years; naive, she keeps it to herself, locked away, like the locket around her neck. Ambitious, she wants to be heard, but knows all to well that being heard is like creating an abstract painting, some will see it as a crazy mess, and others will gasp in amazement. But only she knows the true beauty behind it. The true wonder behind her words, and the puzzle that she is.