She was like nobody. There will be nothing like her.

She was like nobody. There will be nothing like her.

I knew that woman—she always went out by the window.

The house had 10000 doors—but she went out by the window.

She smashed herself to death—but she didn’t care a damn.

That was the truth.

The one and only.

The truth does not change.

She is the truth.

Unique.

Lonely.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.