F.L.A.W.L.E.S.S.

Faith ties her to the ground,

Laughter consumes her soul,

Art isn't her forte but the

World is her canvas, carefully

Listening to her heart above all other voices

Endlessly going out on limbs and having them break behind her, realizing

She could fly, and then

She held her head high and looked the world straight in the eye.

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