Flawed choices, the torments,
leaps of faith, the fruits of it all,
you grew from your mistakes,
and knew from others'.
Your persona, a Stark contrast
from those that tried to woo you.
You're a Sansa, throughout.
But again, you're never the girly kind.
Never the one to dream of a castle,
and a Prince Charming, picture perfect.
Opinionated, a Needle-sharp wit,
intimidating to those who weren't you.
A girl was nobody, and yet
everybody's dream,
A girl was faceless, to those
who never deserved her.
You were an Arya, inside out.
As I begin to think of it,
you've always been
all rolled into one.
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