She was a strange kind of beautiful. But I was yet to see what lay beneath. She had some sort of enchantment to herself that imprudent men fled from but loped back to when it was far too late. I liked her. In fact I envied her a lot. She embodied a paradox that I craved to own. She was committed yet unperturbed at the same time; social yet a lone wolf (this was my favorite piece of her persona). These characteristics drew me to her, but not for the right reasons. I saw in her what I ought to have been seeing in myself all along. You see when the image of someone thriving at being a replica is presented with such grandeur glam, it does not occur to you that you are admiring their counterfeit. All you desire to be is like them; even when becoming like them costs you both your dignity and sometimes self-respect. A God-girl without a strong foundation pertaining to her identity will often chase after anything that works for others other than herself. Even with the knowledge that
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