Naïve

She had an uncanny presence that made you somewhat unsettled when she laid eyes on you, like she could see past the layers of you; but she never told your secrets.

The irony of it all was that she was naïve, easily swayed, and believed almost everything even if it was a lie.

She was led to believe it against her will, and only saw the truth when it was too late.

It seemed she was always too late.

 

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