That soft falling sunset hair

Wondering why she’s here not there

She hates her body struggles with her brain and at war with her foolish heart

Struggles in the dark

Feeling alone

Like a stone

In the vast ocean being swept around the bottom

Dreaming of the top and love that can blossom 

The mirror has to become clear

The the person she sees has every reason to be here

Beauty grace

A soft face

Intelligence to conquer the earth

If she only knew her worth

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