She wants to fear this life Where it was giving her a sight of a weary mind Although, She felt no taste of a soul inside, no dirt of which the world would grow beneath. Her wanting became the need to stay in this stapled, Blinded environment where to her, the world was a wretched sea of misbehaving currents to her hurt Scar her forever. Her path is unknown She waits for the driven soul to take the next move so That she may catch up. Her sea is no place of a home Cannot move forward, for which she circles her movement instead A newness she begins everyday, and will not let go Herself within, a soul contorted Stripped away the anger to dull the giving as forever. Hands grow silently behind her back to become a beautiful being Without her knowing.Birth sign: Leo
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