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Deemed Crazy By Interpretation
She wasn’t crazy by definition but she was deemed crazy by the interpretation of her viewers. She would sometimes put on two incompatible socks and wear her tattered cobalt jeans under her pink velveteen skirt and put her golden hazel hair into three different ponytails and wear her eye contacts under her rectangular sable glasses. Her face expression was always the same. A counterfeit smile with a feeling of isolation and dejection camouflaged in with her perky cheeks and contented grin. On some days she would clothe herself up as if she was an alluring princess in a faraway land who is in love with a majestic prince living in a large castle that supplied her with servants that were hers to dispose of. But other days, she would dress in baggy capacious sweats with a sweatshirt that was three sizes too large for her figure. She wasn’t a dancer but she carried the elegance of one. Always moving gracefully through the splintered hallways of her mom’s rundown apartment and climbing the stairs fluidly to an abandoned high-rise roof which she claimed hers. Her happiness wasn’t caused by handsome, strapping males or the hearing of gossip that had been changed and changed and then changed again. Her enjoyment of life was found in the little things. The mystical colors of a butterfly’s wing or the spellbinding scent of a freshly picked rose or the enchanting feeling of a newborn’s smoothed and polished and waveless skin. She never valued expensive handbags or sheeny diamond earrings or lofty high heels that women impelled themselves to fit into. Instead she valued classical archaic hand-written letters. The type a person would write to their lover in the 50’s written with actual ink on a piece of paper that would be enclosed with a genuine envelope. People thought it was eccentric. People thought it was unconventional. But for her it was her own nature. But for her it was her own disposition. She wasn’t crazy by definition but she was deemed crazy by the interpretation of her viewers but she didn’t care, not she did not...
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This is more a list of things the focus character "is" and "is not," the description is excellent, but it is organized in a confusing way that does not use proper syntax. This is something easily worked through, and a second draft of this would prove most interesting, (granted some extraneous details and superfluous words were cut.)
Despite all grammatical errors, it is apparent in your writing that you are an excellent poet. This was an enjoyable read, and I am grateful that it came to my attention.
I hope that helps!
The description you used is amazing.
When I read this I got a clear image of this girl. She has inner beauty as well as outer but people cannot look past her costumes to see what's there. She's an individual and not afraid to show it.
This is a fantastic piece.
