She was an emotional person says the journals all around,
With Kleenexes all strewn through the room.
Her lover and her had some issues says the ripped up photos and letters,
With wet tear spots.
She had a few members of the family and loved ones pass away says the photo album,
With pictures of these people with their births and deaths.
She had a grandfather and a godmother that were dying says the pictures,
With candles and incenses around them.

Depression says the lyrics and poems,
With all the death and anger in them.
Anger says the stuffed pumpkin that has holes and stuffing coming out of it,
From punching it all the time.
Confidential says the locks on the door and the journals/diaries,
In the room.
Creative says the poems and drawings,
That were on the walls.
Costa Rican says the pictures and souvenirs,
All over the room.

She was literate says the books in the bookshelf,
All lined up in rows.
She loved taking pictures says the photographs on the walls,
And all the photo albums and rolls of film.
She had a variety of music says all the CD cases,
Next to the CD player.
She had a childlike playfulness says the stuffed animals,
Thrown all over the bed.
She was unique, they say.
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