Those golden-red tresses
Her porcelain complexion
Darkly mysterious; carefree and light
She was both and neither
Not one or the other
But a beautiful combination of both
All at once your friend and your enemy
Everything you have ever searched for
I loved her greatly.
She was my dark beacon in this insanely lit-up world
Anastasia will remain forever within our hopes and dreams
Till death do we meet again, beloved sister.
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