Inflicted between herself and others. Is she not good enough? The pain and troublesome worries seem to only grow fonder as she breaths the past fulfillment of hatred nauseating through her skin she’s hesitant. Lowering her pride to create room for another. Feeling the lashes of your tongue caress the mind that only you can provide but not even in the slightest thought to come to consideration she is filled with nothing. Empty becomes filled with a new light. The light of a little girl who was destined to be more in life. Not your average kind. The one who’s usually looked upon as “Abnormal” but what does that statement say about the ones whose only looking at her through judgement? Imbedded outlines slowly begin to form as the women she needed to be while not a soul was enhancing her beauty. Still she rises to the creations that were loving her only seeing the problem of not loving herself in a way that was meant to be loved.
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