She spent her whole life trying to see outside herself. She was always trying to see what others saw, to know things from an experience that was not her own.
It could have been that she didn't trust her own mind. That she never dared to believe the things she saw, as if her own imagination could never give her the truth as she so wished to see it. Without partiality, without her own emotions tainting each experience.
It was more likely, however, to simply be the outcry of a lonely soul, craving anothers opinions, if not merely for the fact that it could give worth to and validate her own worldview.
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