There but for the
sake of his pride she wanders into darkness.
This world I see
through eyes unlearned.
Misshapen, time weary.
Fatigued.
What I saw I was.
Emulating who I knew
you wanted me to be.
Chameleon. Fraud.
Inside she is truth.
Genuine to herself.
Hidden. Unexplored.
Eyes wide open.
Beauty and peace in freedom.
Her story rewritten.
Rested from this deep
slumber she awakens.
Inside out.
She is art.
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