She feels pretty.
She smiles a lot,
with an intact heart.
Life is easy and simple,
And she likes to be who she is.
She is fierce to not wanting to be anybody else.
She is comfortable in her skin,
In her body, her soul and her dreams.
She is enough.
Yes.
And complete.
Then, she woke,
And realized she was living in a parallel universe,
Where it was all reverse.
In this parallel universe,
She was everything she wanted to be.
But she isn't.
Her fragility is coming again,
Saying that she is nothing.
Nothing.
No, today, I don't want to be me.
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