Thu, 11/05/2015 - 15:08 -- Smkm724

She let her insecurity become a sadistic killer

Breaking the neck of every fragile ambition

She let go of every petty intuition

All the faith she had in her dim vision


But she stopped

She became someone else

That person let her stoic mask melt

She no longer was constrained by the extra-small belt


She became somebody

A being with a bursting purpose

She was not dismal, selfish, worthless

Everything soon became worth it.

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I love the image you used for your beautifully written poem, friend.


Thank you very much! 

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